"I still want to go stargazing with you, see the moon, experience the breeze in the mountain streams, and witness the world's splendor,"
"Cough cough."
Zhang Xiaomeng's body shook.
Murong Yu could no longer hold back, and her tears burst forth, "Wuwuwu, it's all my fault, Xiaomeng."
"It's all my fault, Xiaomeng."
"If it weren't for my jealousy and my willfulness, you wouldn't have been hurt."
In her distress, Murong Yu finally realized how important Zhang Xiaomeng was in her life.
She reached out to touch the back of Zhang Xiaomeng, only to find it covered in blood, which frightened her.
"Xiaomeng, hang in there, I'm going to call for help right away."
"I'll call someone right now."
"Wuwuwu."
Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes moved, but his face displayed a range of emotions; his jealousy notwithstanding, he was utterly baffled. To keep the ruse going and get some information, Zhang Xiaomeng decided to keep playing his part, "Yu'er, don't waste your energy."