C927 Chapter 927

Early the next morning, after Shen Xiu got out of bed, Xia Bing could clearly see that he looked even worse than before.

There was a bleak, burned-out look about him, like a lamp running out of oil.

Even Xia Bing, who had once wished he would die sooner, felt her chest tighten at the sight of his face.

Was he really... that close to dying?

Xia Bing had already made breakfast