Ling Momo was not without regrets, but some things couldn’t be forced. She couldn’t gamble Li Qingshen’s life for fame and success. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Li Qingshen pursed his purple lips. His gaze was somewhat scattered, but he still stared at Ling Momo and interrupted her, "I can still hold on."
After saying that, he blinked gently and added, "It’s really okay, just endure a bit longer, it’s not too late to leave if it becomes unbearable."
Hearing him say this, everyone stopped persuading him and helped him back to his room.
Li Qingshen was indeed suffering terribly. Lying on the bed, he quickly fell into a heavy sleep.
Li Qingshen’s fever never subsided. Throughout, he woke up several times, managed to eat once, but soon vomited everything. In the end, he could only barely drink some milk and water. Initially, it was fine, but later, even the milk and water were vomited out. The situation became increasingly intricate and severe. The usually proud and dignified man now appeared as fragile as a glass doll, liable to shatter into pieces with the slightest mishap.
Ling Momo, seeing Li Qingshen’s wretched yet dazzling state, felt her heart tremble suddenly. She pursed her lips and couldn’t help but speak, "Teacher, are you okay?"
Li Qingshen’s typically indifferent voice carried a trace of hoarseness and brokenness, "I’m fine."
Before Li Qingshen had finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and vomited violently. He hadn’t eaten anything, and even the milk and water he had drunk were vomited clean. He was now dry heaving, looking exceptionally painful.
Such a state shook Ling Momo even more, "Teacher, you..."
Li Qingshen’s fingers were extremely pale. After vomiting for a long time, he finally quieted down, turned his head, saw the girls worried look, and weakly smiled at Ling Momo, forcing out his words, his voice carrying a hint of apology, "Sorry, I frightened you."
Ling Momo shook her head to indicate it was okay, her tone filled with concern, "Teacher, maybe we should leave. You can’t withstand this environment." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on Nove1Fire.net
"No... rush," Li Qingshen said, coughing slightly, "I’m fine."
Ling Momo pursed her lips, looking at Li Qingshen in such a state, her feelings mixed. She blurted out, "Still fine? You’ve already become , how does it look fine? If this continues, you might even lose your life!"
"We can’t give up," Li Qingshen raised his head. His unfocused eyes firmly locked on Ling Momo, his fingers clenched into fists, the pain of his fingernails digging into his palms helped retain his last bit of consciousness. He looked at her and said, "We can’t give up until the very end."
His voice was clearly weak, but between the lines was a stubborn intensity, to an extent that disregarded everything else! This Li Qingshen startled Ling Momo.
Behind her shock, a trace of anger emerged.
"What counts as the ’very end’?" Ling Momo struggled to suppress her frustration, but her tone was slightly agitated anyway, "Does it have to be death before it’s considered ’the end’?"