C1805 I Don't Want You to Die!

On the steps, Wen Yu watched as blood flowed rapidly from the corner of Yijing's mouth, staining his white robe like scattered blossoms. Heart aching, Wen Yu couldn't hold back a quiet sob.

Yijing didn't offer comfort, fearing that speaking might cause more blood to spill. The steps seemed endless, each one feeling like a drain on his life, yet he clutched the small box tightly