He said, "Just a little bit."
Lying.
His body had grown cold, and Zhou Xufang removed the blood-drawing tube from his wrist.
"Xu Fang."
"Hmm?"
Zhou Xufang forcefully tugged at the chain on her foot, dragging the entire surgical table toward Xiao Yusheng.
He had no strength left, lay back on the floor, curled up, his eyelids slowly drooping, "I'm a bit sleepy."
"You can't sleep now."
He closed his eyes.
Zhou Xufang grabbed his hand, "Yun Sheng, hold on, don't sleep."
You can't sleep, if you sleep, you won't wake up.
"Yun Sheng, talk to me."
Xiao Yusheng was very thin, Zhou Xufang holding his hand, could feel the bones under the skin, so delicate she dared not grip tightly.
"Yun Sheng, do you remember this place?"
He fluttered his eyelashes but didn't open his eyes, just nodded.
Once, Zhou Xufang upset Su Qinghou, and he locked her in here, demanding an apology. When she refused to speak, he also grabbed Xiao Yusheng, who was closest to her.
