When he got on the elevator,his left hand pressed against his chest. He pursed his lips tightly and closed his eyes. He had always been like this. As long as he was unwell,even if it was just the lift,he would still feel dizzy.
I was beside him,holding onto his right arm. He did not refuse. Yu Long had always been a person who wanted to force himself to death and save face. Even in front of me,if he really couldn't support himself,he would n' t be willing to let others see his weakness.
When I entered the room,I helped him up to the second floor. He began to pant and forced himself into the room to lie down. I couldn't help but ask worriedly," Should we call the doctor?"
He lay on the bed,his face as pale as frost. He tightly bit his lower lip,his lips revealing a faint cyanosis. Howeve
