Li Rui, mustering his strength, spoke only a few words before another violent coughing fit overcame him.
Qiu Qianyun handed him a handkerchief.
Li Rui covered his mouth and coughed up a pool of thick blood.
Fearing that Qiu Qianyun would see, he wrapped the handkerchief around his palm.
Li Rui paused for a moment and then continued, "Qianyun, you must also think about Xianxian. She has suffered too much over the years. If something were to happen to us on the road, with her kind nature, she would surely blame everything on herself. She would live in the shadow of guilt her whole life, never knowing happiness. One of us must survive to give the children something to hold on to."
Qiu Qianyun, with tears secretly falling, lamented, "Prince, no matter what you say, I won't leave. You leave a letter for the children, and they will understand us."