Chapter 446: Over the Course of a Few Days

Over the past few days, Kuchiki Senya had basically been eating, sleeping, and practicing his fists, so busy his feet barely touched the ground.

After all, the news of Yamamoto Changshan's death had already spread throughout the entire Jiangjing and even the whole country; everyone was eagerly awaiting the result of this battle, and moreover, many people had pinned their hopes on Kuchiki Senya—after all, Qianye once had created so many miracles.

"Kuchiki Senya, how is Young Master?" Li Li Youran walked in; she looked at Kuchiki Senya curled up into a ball on the sofa, his whole body soaked with sweat, and could not help but shake her head.

"Still the same." Kuchiki Senya raised his head, looked at him, took a deep breath, and said: "Don't worry, Sister Young Master will be fine—I definitely can cure her."

"I hope so too." Li Li Youran said, then she hesitated for a moment and asked: "During this period of time, he has been unwilling to see me, and I don't know where he is, but I believe he must be fine."

"Don't worry, leave everything to me, I will take good care of them." Kuchiki Senya stood up and said to Li Li Youran.

"Mm, Xiaonian is very sensible; he has also been silently helping you." Li Li Youran patted Kuchiki Senya's shoulder, her gaze carrying kindness, but the corners of her eyes still brimmed with tears.

"Alright, I'll go rest for a bit first."

Saying so, Kuchiki Senya walked into his own bedroom and locked the door from the inside.

He did not take a shower, but instead leaned quietly against the bedside, staring out the window.

Before his eyes, many fragments of the past floated up.

"Uncle Beiming, your condition is getting more and more serious; I suggest you change to another hospital for treatment, otherwise your injuries may drag you down."

"Uncle Beiming, you have to hold on—you promised me and Xiaonian that you would stay with us and grow old together."

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A single crystal-clear tear slid down from Kuchiki Senya's eye socket, tracing along his cheek and trickling into his temples.

This second-in-command of the Qinglong Gang, who usually always wore a bewitchingly cold and stern look, now appeared extremely fragile.

"Uncle Beiming, we will meet again."

He murmured a sentence, then closed the bedroom door.

This time, no one would stop his resolve!