Pretty girl and school grass live together

Wen Lunhua entered the room in a happy mood, the first kiss felt good, and the young boy's face was stained with an unreal pink.

Camille sat on the sofa waiting for him with a gloomy face.

He was so immersed in his joy that he ignored someone as big as her.

Camille sighed.

"Master." For the first time, her tone was so cold.

"Oh, Camille." Wen Lunhua smiled and sat next to her, "What, you look unhappy? Who messed with you?"

"You clearly know that no one can provoke me." Camille accused him, and finally couldn't take it anymore and hugged him tightly, crying into tears, "Master, what should I do? What should I do? I'm so scared, so scared."

Wen Lunhua patted her shoulder lightly, "Camille, don't be like this, um, smile, I like your smile."

"Obviously with the [-] million you can go for surgery tomorrow, why did you return it?" Camille patted his chest hard, crying heartbreakingly.

"Camille, you know there is no hope, don't you?" Wen Lunhua smiled lightly, "Good boy, I like you and smile happily every day from now on."

"I can't do it, I can't do it." Camille cried like crazy, she was about to collapse.

Wen Lunhua hugged her, like comforting a younger sister, "Good boy, I won't be here anymore, go back to my parents and take good care of them instead of me."

"I don't want it, I don't want it, I'm going to tell my parents, I want them to take you for surgery." Camille grabbed him, "Brother, there is a chance, right?"

Wen Lunhua was shocked. After so many years, she finally called him brother.

He held her little hand, "Sister, you clearly know."

Camille felt as if struck by lightning, her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, "Go to a foreign country, the medical skills in foreign countries are advanced, it will definitely be possible to go there."

"We've already been there, haven't we?" Wen Lunhua smiled faintly, and let go of Camille feebly.

Camille yelled like crazy, "I don't care, I don't care."

Wen Lunhua suddenly felt a constricting pain in his chest, his heartbeat was extremely irregular, and his breathing was extremely difficult.

He leaned against the sofa weakly, and said angrily, "Sister, don't..."

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Camille screamed in fear.

Wen Lunhua's whole body was sweating profusely, his full lips were abnormally pale, and his hands were so purple that they almost burst into purple.

Camille quickly ordered herself to calm down. She carefully checked his airway, undid the tight button on his chest, and then pressed him.

Strings of teardrops fell on his chest drop by drop.