"Oh, then I'll thank Big Brother on behalf of Yimo!" Zhong Lingling lowered her eyes.
Xiang Aofeng's gaze was too intense; she truly didn't dare meet it.
She felt a sense of fear within her, but Xiang Aofeng kept getting closer.
When he stopped in front of Zhong Lingling, she stiffened.
Fortunately, Xiang Aofeng passed by her and sat down beside the bed.
He then grabbed Xiang Yimo's hand, appearing very sad. "Third brother, third brother, how could your fate be so bleak? You lost your mother at eighteen, and now you've contracted such a strange illness. Now, will you leave behind such a beautiful and virtuous wife and just let go? If you can still hear me, open your eyes and see how heartbroken your wife is. Even I, as your brother, can't help but feel pity for her!"
Every word Xiang Aofeng said revolved around Zhong Lingling.
He let go of Xiang Yimo's hand, and his direct, piercing gaze once again swept towards Zhong Lingling's face.