"Cough... cough..."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Xing felt a pain in his chest and suddenly began to cough violently.
Gu Jiajia stood there, glaring at him as if in protest, thinking he would stop after a few coughs like before.
Unexpectedly, not only did the coughing not stop this time, but it worsened, each cough heavier than the last, as if he couldn't catch his breath.
As Gu Jiajia watched, she noticed something was wrong and quickly moved forward, gently patting Zhong Xing's back: "Zhong Xing, don't scare me..."
"Pfft..." Suddenly, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from Zhong Xing's mouth, splattering onto the white bed sheet.
Zhong Xing clutched his chest with an expression of despair: "I might be dying."
"Nonsense!" Gu Jiajia's eyes reddened with anxiety, tears almost falling.
"Jiajia, if I don't have much time left, could you promise me one thing?" Zhong Xing gasped harder.
"What is it?"
"Film... [Yafan] with me... okay...?"
