"Don't die, Weiwei, don't die."
Lin Hai's palm pressed against Qi Weiwei's chest, where blood gushed from her wound, as he poured Gang Qi recklessly inside, sustaining her vitality.
"I am late, I am so sorry, so sorry!"
"Sorry, I came too late."
"Weiwei, don't sleep, wake up, hang in there!"
"Weiwei, open your eyes, you must open your eyes!"
"Weiwei, do you hear me speaking? Open your eyes!"
"I haven't even got to be with you yet, don't you die on me!"
Lin Hai roared frantically, his sturdy body half-kneeling on the ground, his shoulders trembling.
Queen Qi's arm slipped down powerlessly, swaying with the wind as Lin Hai's body trembled, her small hand was ice cold, devoid of any warmth.
Li Changfeng looked at this scene, his eyes moistening.
This scene was so similar to that time in the past.
