"Master... Forgive me for overstepping. I believe you need to eat something, otherwise, at this rate, your body won't hold out."
Qinghe frowned slightly. Ah Lian glanced at Dong Huiying, who was lying on the bed like a corpse: "Even if... even if you don't think of yourself, you must think of that person. If your health fails and you collapse, this journey will inevitably be delayed quite a bit?"
She really mustered up great courage to say this, her neck felt chilly. Fortunately, although the Master was in a bad mood, he could still listen to advice.
Qinghe clenched the wine cup in his hand, his expression deep. Finally, he heaved a sigh: "You're right..." He had to meet her in his best state; Baobao loved to see him full of spirit, and she must not see him in his desolation. Otherwise, if she knew in heaven, she would worry about him.
But...
Worry?
Qinghe felt bitter once again.
