"Mingzhu..."
A faint murmur escaped from the man's lips.
The attendant, who was dozing off by the bedside, started, his expression excited, "Young Master, was it you speaking?"
"Young Master?"
The man lying down did not respond.
The attendant strained his ears to listen closely, wanting to confirm if he really heard the voice or if it was just a hallucination.
The toxin in Xie Yunzhen's body hadn't been completely purged; his complexion was deathly pale, and his lips had a faint bluish-black tinge.
Because of his extreme weakness, compared to before, he had lost his intimidating aura and gained a few more shades of oppressive gloom.
"Mingzhu, don't go..."
His thin lips moved slightly, and a low murmur once again escaped from his lips.
At the same moment, hot tears rolled from the corner of his eye, disappearing into his hairline.
The faint traces of tears left on his skin proved that everything just now was real, not an illusion.
