The room is bright with lights. Gu Yi is lying on the bed with a high pillow on his back. He is lonely and helpless. His face is so pale that it's no different from that of the dead. His lips are cracked and bloodless. The whole person is as weak as a thin white paper. It seems that the wind will blow away.

as soon as Rong Jing came in and saw him like this, his eyes were sour and wet.

However, when Gu Yi saw her coming, the dim eyes suddenly brightened. Under the glow of the lights, they sparkled and were as clean as Black Amber.

"Rong...