Without waiting for him to speak, she quickly hung up the call.
"Cough, cough..." Ye Anqi immediately covered her mouth, coughing violently.
She grabbed the medicine bottle from the bedside table and hurriedly swallowed a few pills.
This time the medicine didn't seem as effective; it didn't stop the coughing immediately.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Ye Anqi bent over, the coughing was extremely painful.
The phone rang again, still calls from Ya Shitian, but she didn't answer.
Listening to the ringtone of the phone, Ye Anqi coughed until tears streamed down her face.
However, she quickly wiped away the tears, and there was no sadness left in her eyes.
She didn't like to show weakness; it was the most useless thing.
Eventually, the ringing stopped, and Ya Shitian did not call again.
Ye Anqi's coughing also stopped, and she leaned against the headboard, exhausted, suddenly feeling as if her end was near.
