Xiang Yin's face was pale, breathing weakly, with only half of his arms remaining.
"I, I might not make it." Xiang Yin forced a smile and said with difficulty.
"No, don't say that! You'll be fine!" Zhang Chang, who was always proud, cried at this moment; if not for her, Xiang Yin wouldn't have ended up like this.
Zhang Chang quickly took out the healing medicine and poured it into Xiang Yin.
The medicine flowed down Xiang Yin's throat but seeped out through the hole in his chest.
Ye Chen, who was holding the medicine, also paused, realizing that Xiang Yin couldn't be saved.
Xiang Yin gazed deeply at Zhang Chang, saying softly, "Actually, since the first time I saw you in high school, I fell in love with you. Later, I studied hard, got into the same university as you. At that time, my family was poor, and I could only watch you secretly for four years. After graduating, when I heard you were going to pursue graduate studies, I also joined you.
