C92 Sighing

Yao Qingcheng looked thoughtfully at Ye Jiumei, "What do you mean?"

"I'm already a dying man. It doesn't matter to me if it's just another day or less. I hope that Xiaoyu and our child will grow up healthy and not get sick." He had never been afraid of death. Now that he had a wife and children, he was somewhat attached to life. However