How could Bo Jingshen dare forget?
Over five years ago, he was infected from a wound and came close to death several times, struggling on the brink of the underworld, escaping from the jaws of death.
He had borne so much pain through gritted teeth.
Only when his condition finally improved did Jiang Li come to him with a particularly troubled look, telling him that Su Lu had entrusted him with a message. But because his own injuries had been severe, he had not said anything until now, afraid to affect his own emotions.
It was also after his condition improved that Jiang Li dared to convey this.
Bo Jingshen had prepared himself mentally and asked Jiang Li what message Su Lu had sent.
Jiang Li stuttered like a wooden fish struggling to speak, unable to utter a word after a long while.
