He still remembered the burning sensation all over his back like fire as he carried his full weight. He had lost so much blood that he couldn't deceive himself even if he wanted to. He was shaking on his back so much that even he couldn't support him. He said we would go together wherever we go. He said Li Tianhao, please leave quickly and leave me alone... Maybe he won't remember this at all when he wakes up, so he would rather he didn't remember than to wake up.
The rain curtain outside the window seemed to be stagnant. Li Tianhao subconsciously raised his head, but when he saw nothing unusual, he lowered his head again to cook the medicine. The door opened slightly and scattered rainwater drifted in. The visitor slowly took off his cloak and hat, revealing the portrait-like face that Li Tianhao had seen on Ge Shu Minglang's desk. Li Tianhao stood up suddenly, silently sifting through the names in his mind, and finally followed his original intention and called his father lightly. King Jing was silent for a long time, as if he was going through the same struggle, and finally called Tianhao in the same indifferent tone.