Tang Li let out a long burst of almost maniacal laughter, laughing so hard that he almost fell off the bed.
"Young Master, Young Master!" Wan'er rushed in from the outside and opened the curtain. Tang Li's snow-white long sleeves were dyed bright red again, and he was holding the paper knife on the table in his right hand.
"Sir, don't do this, okay? Why bother harming yourself if something happens?"
Tang Li laughed again, causing tears to fall down his cheeks, and his smile turned into a heartbreaking cry.
"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?" Wan'er threw herself on the bed and hugged him, putting her hands on his cold face, and her tears fell down.
Tang Li threw the knife away and stuck it on the wall with a bang. The handle of the knife was shaking tremblingly. He couldn't stop coughing and laughing, and bright red finally burst out from his mouth.
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