Li Sihe pressed his lips together, a hint of anxious emotion in his eyebrows. He paused, then said, "I don't know if I can succeed right now, I can only gamble once."
"Although I don't know what exactly you want to do, Li Sihe, I've seen the doctor's diagnosis report on you. I hope you don't cling too much to it; life isn't just a single path." Bian Yue said seriously: "Apart from Feng Cheng, you have many other options. I don't want your last moments to be unhappy."
Li Sihe felt a faint sorrow in his heart. Without showing any emotion, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there were fine blood veins in his eyes, "Do you think that I want to get Feng Cheng out of ambition? Bian Yue, it's not like that, I am doing this for..."
