Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

None of the medicines that have been able to enter her space and survive until now are bad, so Lu Yi is not worried at all.

Just a cold wind, get it.

"How can you guarantee that? Even the doctor wouldn't dare to say that."

"I guarantee with my silver that this folk remedy I bought at such a high price will definitely work."

Lu Yi evaded the question, afraid that Zhang Caiwei would ask where she bought the recipe, so he quickly said, "Okay, Caiwei, don't worry anymore. You look so worried. Let's go back to the room. It's snowing heavily and it's really cold."

Zhang Caiwei glanced at Lu Yi and said, "Let's go."

Liang Sulan's illness was cured so quickly that she herself was puzzled. The day before, she was in a daze and told her daughter about her funeral arrangements, but the next day she was as good as ever.

The disease was gradually recuperating. Zhang Caiwei insisted that Liang Sulan stay in bed for a while to recuperate. She only breathed a sigh of relief when her complexion became rosy.

For nearly half a month, Zhang Caiwei had been busy in the kitchen, feeding Liang Sulan so much that she gained five pounds. One day, as they were chatting, Liang Sulan touched her slightly fatter face and said with a smile, "I thought my end was near, but I didn't expect it to be so...fast."

She paused, searching for the right words.

"Mother, what are you talking about? Pah, pah, pah, don't say anything unlucky. Your illness is very serious this time. You can recover. Maybe it's because your father-in-law is blessing you in the underworld."

"Okay, bah bah bah." Liang Sulan smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.

As the winter passed, the snow on the roof gradually melted, and the sunlight shone in, covering half of the quilt. Lu Yi half-closed his eyes and said in a daze, "Caiwei, I'll sleep a little longer. I won't have breakfast."

Zhang Caiwei paused in her hair-combing motion, frowned, and turned back to ask with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I just don't have much appetite. I'll be fine after a nap." Lu Yi said easily.

Zhang Caiwei came over and touched his forehead, then she felt relieved and said softly, "Then you should have a good rest."

Watching Zhang Caiwei leave the room, soon there was a busy sound coming from the kitchen. Lu Yi closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap. Suddenly, a small white ball popped out from the palm of his hand that was basking in the sun.

Lu Yi looked at it, making sure it wasn't his illusion, "What, is there something wrong?"

She doubted her own eyesight and was unwilling to doubt Xiao Fan's enthusiasm for lying down. After working together for so long, Xiao Fan rarely showed up on his own initiative.

"Hey, host, guess what?"

Lu Yi raised his hand to block the increasingly bright sunlight, "...I'm going to die?"

"Bingo!!" Xiao Fan praised: "Host, you are so smart."

"So sudden?! The original owner's life span was so short. My whole family is still alive, but I'm the only one who's gone."

"The original owner lived even shorter in his previous life, host."

Lu Yi: “…”Okay.

"Wait a minute." She hasn't taken out the suicide note she wrote yet.

After Lu Yi finished speaking, his consciousness entered the space, and he took out a piece of paper with two or three lines written on it. He flattened it and pressed it into the innermost part of Zhang Caiwei's dressing table drawer. Then she lay down on the bed, her face gradually becoming peaceful.

Lu Yi waited until she felt like she was about to fall asleep, but Xiao Fan still didn't move, still nestling quietly in her palm.

Lu Yi urged faintly, "I'm waiting to die, what are you waiting for?"

Xiao Fan jumped lightly, "Host, Xiao Fan is waiting for the moment when you run out of breath."

"Good."

Lu Yi closed her eyes, waiting for that moment to come. Soon, her breathing became heavier and heavier until it stopped.

"Xiao Fan's speedster is here." A white light flashed, and Xiao Fan disappeared with Lu Yi's soul.