Looking at the white pill in Ge Zhou's hand and listening to his voice as weak as a mosquito's, Ye Qiu opened his mouth, his emotions extremely complicated.
Anger, pain, sadness, guilt, remorse, unwillingness, and various other emotions continually scrambled Ye Qiu's thoughts, making his chest feel unbearably suffocated.
"Don't... feel guilty... I should have died a long time ago..."
Forcing his head up, seemingly discerning Ye Qiu's complex emotions, Ge Zhou's bloody, aged face squeezed out a thin smile with great effort, "Thank... thank you..."
This thin smile seemed to exhaust the last of Ge Zhou's strength, and as his voice fell, the color in Ge Zhou's eyes began to gradually dim, his breathing grew weaker, and finally, he lost all signs of life.
Ge Zhou is dead.
Ge Zhou died just like that, in front of Ye Qiu, who saw Ge Zhou's last breath with his own eyes, feeling as if his whole heart was in unbearable agony!!!
