Li Mingjun is sitting in front of his bed. His illness seems to be worse these days than a few days ago, but only he knows, even Zhao Wenying does not.

He lamented that his illness had come at an inopportune time. He always supported Ye Haoran, who was loyal and honest and considerate of the people. He wanted to vote for Ye Haoran.

Zhao Wenying turned over and felt nobody around her. When she opened her eyes, she saw Li Mingjun's gloomy affection. Zhao Wenying reached out from Li Mingjun and hugged Li Mingjun to convey his silent comfort.

"Wen Ying, go to bed." Li Mingjun patted Zhao Wenying's...