Chapter 941

Song Lishu grasped the water cup and turned pale. He quickly stepped back two steps. He tripped over his heel and sat down on the steps. He looked embarrassed.

What is Huo Baiyuan thinking? What kind of way to make her die?

murder? accident?

Song Lishu felt as if he had become a prisoner and was on trial for death.

Maybe, she will never see the sun tomorrow.

Song Lishu didn't drink any water, so he almost ran back to his room.

She slumped on the cold ground, empty cup fell to one side, she held her head tightly with her hands, feeling that the torture in her heart was far greater than that in her body.

Gradually into autumn, the weather began to cool.

Song Lishu is lying on the bed, turning over the calendar on her mobile phone. One of her arms is as thin as a pole, covered with skin and bone, and has no meat at all. Her cheeks are deeply sunken, and her eyes are dark.

The most obvious manifestation of the deterioration of the disease is that she has no appetite to eat. Sometimes she is hard stuffed and will be vomited out. Her body starts to ache inch by inch, which makes her almost unable to sleep. Her weight drops rapidly, and even her breathing is weak.

Song Lishu's eyes are fixed on a certain date in the calendar.

It was her birthday, just a week later.

Last year, before her birthday, Huo Baiyuan recovered his memory. It's a pity that he didn't live with him.

This year... OK?

It should be her last birthday. She wants to be happy and have a more meaningful life.

On the eve of my birthday.

The night has come quietly.

Song Lishu sat by the bed, staring at the dark night outside the landing window. In fact, she couldn't sit any more. Her thin body was shaky, as if she might fall down at any time, but she still stood upright.

Song Lishu grasped the water cup and turned pale. He quickly stepped back two steps. He tripped over his heel and sat down on the steps. He looked embarrassed.

What is Huo Baiyuan thinking? What kind of way to make her die?

murder? accident?

Song Lishu felt as if he had become a prisoner and was on trial for death.

Maybe, she will never see the sun tomorrow.

Song Lishu didn't drink any water, so he almost ran back to his room.

She slumped on the cold ground, empty cup fell to one side, she held her head tightly with her hands, feeling that the torture in her heart was far greater than that in her body.

Gradually into autumn, the weather began to cool.

Song Lishu is lying on the bed, turning over the calendar on her mobile phone. One of her arms is as thin as a pole, covered with skin and bone, and has no meat at all. Her cheeks are deeply sunken, and her eyes are dark.

The most obvious manifestation of the deterioration of the disease is that she has no appetite to eat. Sometimes she is hard stuffed and will be vomited out. Her body starts to ache inch by inch, which makes her almost unable to sleep. Her weight drops rapidly, and even her breathing is weak.

Song Lishu's eyes are fixed on a certain date in the calendar.

It was her birthday, just a week later.

Last year, before her birthday, Huo Baiyuan recovered his memory. It's a pity that he didn't live with him.

This year... OK?

It should be her last birthday. She wants to be happy and have a more meaningful life.

On the eve of my birthday.

The night has come quietly.

Song Lishu sat by the bed, staring at the dark night outside the landing window. In fact, she couldn't sit any more. Her thin body was shaky, as if she might fall down at any time, but she still stood upright.