Ling Momo was not without regrets, but some things couldn't be forced. She couldn't gamble Li Qingshen's life for fame and success. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Li Qingshen pursed his purple lips. His gaze was somewhat scattered, but he still stared at Ling Momo and interrupted her, "I can still hold on."
After saying that, he blinked gently and added, "It's really okay, just endure a bit longer, it's not too late to leave if it becomes unbearable."
Hearing him say this, everyone stopped persuading him and helped him back to his room.
Li Qingshen was indeed suffering terribly. Lying on the bed, he quickly fell into a heavy sleep.
