Life and Death are Not Any Different to Me

"Senior Brother, what actually happened back then when you were poisoned? Why have we not heard of you bringing this matter up before?" This suspicion was already hidden in Ling Yichen's heart for a very long time. He had not asked before because Fu Chengyu was unwilling to talk about it. But he really could not resist asking when looking at his expression like this.

"No matter if you are willing or not willing to tell us, we will think of all ways to cure you. But if you don't tell us, maybe it will harm us instead." Ling Chuxi said.

Fu Chengyu gave a bitter smile. A tinge of warmness appeared in his eyes when he saw the determined expressions of the few of them. It was as if he was recalling something, but he only slowly opened his mouth after a long while.