C57 Cul-de-sac

"Cough!" Cough! "Ahem!"

Bai Yiyu collapsed beside the trash can on the corner of the street. His breathing had lost its rhythm, and there was a lack of natural harmony between his exhalation and exhalation.

It was as if he was trying to seize the last chance to survive, and he was struggling with all his might.

"It's like the other side is dead