As Bai Qingzhu spoke, she began to cry. She didn't want anyone to know that since Dongfang Ling's incident started, she had been exceptionally strong.
But after all, Dongfang Ling was her childhood best friend, and seeing her lying here in such a tragically unbearable state, how could Bai Qingzhu handle it?
Bai Qingzhu still smiled and said, "Look, have I ever cried for you? Are you dissatisfied, and that's why you're tormenting me like this? Lingling, you'd better wake up, or else in a few days, I'll come every day with a little whip to whip you. If you dare to die, I will dig up your grave every day and whip your corpse..."
Bai Qingzhu didn't want to say such things, but somehow they came out. Perhaps she was so upset she'd gone mad, or maybe she was too anxious, thinking this would awaken Dongfang Ling.
As she spoke, Bai Qingzhu collapsed beside her.
When everyone was about to leave, they noticed that Bai Qingzhu's hand was still tightly grasping Dongfang Ling's.
