Ye Que's steps suddenly came to a halt.
What did he just hear?
Li Luo said, he loves him?
Isn't he not gay? Then why would he say such a thing?
Something feels off, Ye Que slowly turned around...
Suddenly, his eyes widened, his whole body tensed up, and he rushed over instinctively.
But he was a step too late, Li Luo had already fallen steadily on the sofa, coughing up blood.
Ye Que cradled his upper body, eyes wide open and asked intently, "What's wrong with you? Huh?"
Lying in Ye Que's arms, Li Luo smiled, the blood on his lips resembling a heartless blooming poppy, beautiful yet sinister.
He squinted at him and laughed, though his smile was filled with desolation.
He asked him, "Ye Que, do you remember once saving a seven-year-old little girl?"
Ye Que stared blankly at the man in his arms, his lips were purple, his face flushed, his eyes bloodshot, it was obvious - symptoms of poisoning.
