“Shizun.” “Mm.” “Shizun, I can’t hold on for much longer.” Shen Qingqiu didn’t speak. Luo Binghe smiled. “It’s true. Shizun, if you don’t wake up soon, I…I won’t be able to hold on for much longer.” But Shen Qingqiu knew that he would hold on. He would hold that ice-cold, lifeless corpse and hold on for almost two thousand more of these days and nights. His heart ached with an overwhelming pain, so much so that it exploded within his chest. Shen Qingqiu saw a hand stretching forward, futilely trying to touch that stark-white face of Luo Binghe’s. He watched that hand as it trembled, unable to
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