"How could this happen?" Ye Qi's eyes widened, his chest heaving violently. He had always known that the young master had stomach problems, but how could it have become this serious, how?
"I don't know how it ended up like this either. Maybe I just didn't cherish my body. This is my retribution." Beiming Han gave a bitter smile.
"Young Master, you can't lose heart. Even if it's an illness like this… it can definitely be cured." Ye Qi walked to the side of the bed and suddenly knelt down, gripping Beiming Han's hand tightly.
"Ye Qi, I know you didn't really betray me, did you?" Beiming Han's other hand grabbed his wrist hard.
"Young Master, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Tears suddenly surged out of Ye Qi's eyes.
"Good. I won't ask you the reason, and I won't ask you about the outcome. I only hope you can do something for me." Beiming Han said in a heavy, pained voice.
"What is it?" Ye Qi still couldn't accept the fact that Beiming Han was ill.
