"When will you stop dreaming!"
The man had never spoken to Mu Qingxin so harshly, so she was a bit stunned, "Ah Sheng, what's wrong with you?"
Because of his earlier excitement, Yu Sheng immediately started coughing. Seeing something was wrong, Mu Qingxin quickly helped him onto the bed to rest, "Don't be angry, I beg you not to be angry. I'll listen to you; whatever you say goes, okay?"
Seeing him like this, her whole heart wrenched, her mind went blank, empty of everything except the thought of his comfort, willing to do anything for it.
Yu Sheng had never been angry with her; if he was angry, it was at himself. It was his own failing for getting such a serious illness, consistently burdening her. He couldn't let her continue like this; she was still so young, so beautiful, so smart, and she had many possibilities in life. It wasn't worth it for her to waste her life on someone who was as good as dead.
