Lou Luchuan's eyelashes trembled.
His pale lips were tightly compressed and devoid of blood, his face was extremely haggard, giving off a sickly impression.
"How is her mood?"
He asked after a while.
Fu Chi turned his head to look at him, his tone indescribable cold: "What do you think her mood would be? Having encountered this kind of thing, how do you think any normal people would react?"
Lou Luchuan was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Right."
He swallowed, holding back the bitter truth.
"Her physical condition is very poor now, her heart is at risk and could collapse at any moment. But now, Xingyue's treatment has failed and she is dead."
That heart naturally cannot be used anymore.
Lou Luchuan's fists tightened, his eyes gradually reddening.
What had he done?
The sister he had been desperately searching for had always been right under his nose. It was him who pushed her into an endless abyss.
Everything he had done was for her sake.
But now.
