But as his hand grasped the doorknob, he heard a faint sound of crying from inside the room...
Bai Jingqing's movements stopped, and he turned back in disbelief. His gaze fell on the curtains, and he quickly walked over to pull them open.
Beiming Han was sitting behind the curtains, hugging himself. He was crying like a child.
"Brother! Are you okay?"
Bai Jingqing almost cried too, but he had promised his brother that he wouldn't.
He felt like he was asking a pointless question - how could his brother be okay?
Nothing is okay, nothing is okay...
"Brother, this is the time you need to be strong. Let's fight together. You can definitely get through this! I'm working hard to find a cure for you. I already have some clues, but you know, healing depends on the patient's willpower. So, only if you're strong, our hope becomes greater!"
"Can you leave for a while? I want to be alone." Beiming Han said hoarsely.
