54: A thousand feet high tree, leaves fall back to the root (3)_1
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In the town, this place was precisely where Liang Shujun rented a room.
Shu Yu lay on the wooden bed, dressed in a white tunic with his black hair unbound, spilling over the pillow. His figure was lean, and now he lay with his eyes closed, resting, but his pallid lips made his complexion appear extremely poor.
Suddenly, he coughed loudly, his throat felt itchy, then he quickly opened his eyes, turned his upper body towards the edge of the bed, pressed against his chest, and spat out a mouthful of thin blood.
"Shu Yu?" Big brother Zhichen rushed into the room, and upon seeing this scene, quickly picked up a cup of water, helped Shu Yu to lean on his chest, and let Shu Yu take a couple of sips.
Shu Yu said weakly, "Big brother, I miss home..."
He rested against his big brother's shoulder, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in pain.
Such a beautiful person as he, even just furrowing his brows, was enough to evoke pity.