"But without you, there is no whole world!" Yang Chuxia gently smiled, "No matter how well I live, it's not as happy as having the whole world."
"My lady..."
Yang Chuxia felt the sharpness of each bone as she gently leaned against him.
"Probably in a few days, my face will become unfit for others to see, and then I'll just stay in my room and not go anywhere," Ye Zi'an said. "By that time, my lady must stop Yangyang, he can't stand to look, don't frighten him."
"Alright, I will remember," she replied.
"When I'm about to lose consciousness, take me home," Ye Zi'an added. "I want to be at home in the end, in our home."
"Okay, I promise you, I'll take you home."
"Mm..."
Ye Zi'an's voice did not come again; Yang Chuxia realized he had fallen asleep. She slightly bent over, slid her arm under his neck, and, as expected, without much effort, she was able to lift him up.
He was too light, his eye sockets deeply sunken.
