Though the residual poison has not yet been eliminated, his illness has persisted for a long time. Even being able to walk and speak is already difficult.,Push open the door and walk in, you see Qin'er, thin and small, curled up in a brocade quilt, like a flower embroidered on top, pale without a trace.,Wen Xue Luo shook her head, refusing to get up, crying with tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain. The red plum blossom on her clothes was stained with a dark crimson from her tears. Lin Yuanzhi felt his heart ache seeing this. He turned his head and glared at Xie Shuning: "How long will you kneel before you give up You know in your heart that Zhen'er is troubled, how could I be well Xue Luo even lost her child trying to save Zhen'er, why are you being so cruel"。