The pillow landed on Murong Jiancheng’s straight back and he slowly stopped in his tracks.
Bei Yuewu was furious. “Murong Jiancheng, what do you mean? You stopped halfway. If you’re yang-wei, just say it!”
”...”
Murong Jiancheng’s back was turned. He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his lips. There was already blood flowing down from the corner of his lips.
He could not stay here any longer.
He did not want her to see him like this.
Murong Jiancheng made up his mind and left immediately.
..
Murong Jiancheng returned to his room. His heart hurt so much that it tightened and contracted as if it was being pulled by a big hand.
Over the years, his health had been deteriorating. Because he was worried about the national affairs, he did not take his health seriously.
Some time ago, he was found to have a late-stage heart attack.