Lu Jiangting
His heart suddenly felt warm, and he felt alive again.
"Jiang Ting." A familiar voice woke him up. It was Sheng Huaian, the living Sheng Huaian.
"Master has made you a bowl of bamboo shoots and fern chaos. Eat it while it's hot." Sheng Huaian smiled.
Lu Jiang's breath stopped as he looked at it. He had never thought that Sheng Huai'an would show such kindness to him again, as if he was still treating him very well as before.
"What's the matter, Jiang Ting, are you feeling uncomfortable?" After saying that, a warm hand touched Lu Jiangting's forehead.
"... No master, I... Seem to miss you a little bit." After saying this, he regretted it. Whatever he was thinking about, he died in his own hands in his previous life.
Intention: I wish this was a dream