"It seems that I fell asleep just now." The housekeeper whispered.

Ye Miao looked down at the skinny man whose bed was so big, but he huddled in the middle like a flat, dry branch, and the thick quilt bulged up a small mass.

His face was exactly what a person with advanced cancer should look like, haggard, lifeless, with severe sunken eyes and pale lips with oxygen masks.

The lean arms are more vulnerable in the broad silk pajamas, as if they could be broken at a break. Suddenly, the arms move, and then the wrinkled eyelids open. Show cloudy eyes.

The housekeeper immediately went up and took off...