When everyone thought Murong Xun had been cured, no one noticed that there was a small light gray mark between Murong Xun's eyebrows.

As time goes on, the light gray mark is deepening.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Murong Xun woke up.

"Cousin xun'er, you wake up. Come on. You just cooked some millet porridge."

In a hurry, he helped Murong Xun up, and Zhao Rongrong picked up the millet porridge on the table, and then fed it spoonful by spoon.

"Rongrong, thank you."

After drinking a small half bowl of millet porridge, Murong Xun sighed heavily: "I thought I was dead. I didn't expect to see the light again."

"In the boundless darkness, I can't see even a glimmer of light. The most terrible thing is that there are ghosts chasing me behind me."

When Mu Xun saw everything, I couldn't think of it

"It's over. It's all over."

Holding Murong Xun in his arms, Zhao Rongrong comforted him: "take more rest and your spirit will recover."

"Sister, sister Rongrong is right."

When he came back, Murong Kai motioned for the fragrant cake in his hand: "I bought your favorite cake, but you just replied that you can't eat too much."

"Xiao Kai, aren't you bullying cousin xun'er?"

White Murong Kai one eye, Zhao Rongrong patted Murong Xun's hand: "smoked son cousin but want to eat all, otherwise where have strength to recover body?"

"Haha, sister Rongrong is a good teacher." He touched his head, Murong Kai said with a smile.

"Thank you, Kay. Sister, I'll have more."

Clenched his fist, Murong Xun demonstrated.

A burst of laughter, the atmosphere of the room immediately enlivened.

The time soon arrived at five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Cousin xun'er, you need more rest. After you get well, we'll go on a tour to relax."

Standing up from the chair, Zhao Rongrong said with a smile, "I'll go back first. I'll come to see you tomorrow."

"After eating the fragrant cake, I have recovered my strength, but I am not so weak."

Nodding, Murong Xun stood up on the bed: "let me send you Rongrong, but my spirit is very good..."

Before the voice dropped, Murong Xun fell back.

"Cousin xun'er, cousin xun'er."

"Sister."

Seeing this scene, Zhao Rongrong and Murong Kai were shocked and went to help Murong Xun.

"Doctor, call the doctor." He called out to the door in a loud voice. Murong Kai cried out worried: "sister, sister, what's the matter with you?"

Soon the doctor came and saw the pale Murong Xun. The whole man was stunned and went to have a check.

"No, miss's illness is getting worse again."

Ten minutes later, the doctor looked at the examination report on his hand, and his face was full of disbelief: "Miss's physical function is declining, miss's vitality is constantly weakening."

"What weakness?" Grabbing the doctor's examination report, murongkai sat down in the chair powerlessly at the next moment: "how could this happen? How could it be like this? How could it have been OK just now? Why did it happen suddenly?"

During this period, she often came to check her sister's illness, so murongkai knew about the data in the report.

According to the above indicators in the examination report, it can be seen that the elder sister's body is gradually decreasing.

"It's over, it's over. It's hard to get hope. I didn't expect it would end up in nothing."