C255 Make up with a Hundred Times the Favor

In the white sickroom, Ann Donghai was lying on the sickbed. Because he couldn't eat for a long time and couldn't get the nourishment his body needed, his eye sockets were sunken like a skeleton's, weakly breathing as he struggled to live.

To him, a happy death was more blissful than such a painful life, but he knew he could not die