Gu Qingheng slowly moved his body and then turned to Li Mingyin: "Miss Li, why are you here?" Since when had he become so close to her? And why is she crying so intimately?
"I..."
"Miss Li learned that you had caught the plague, and, disregarding her own safety, she traveled a long distance to take care of you. How about that? Are you moved?" Before Li Mingyin could speak, a voice laced with playful mockery came from outside, "How should the moving scene be played out? With a promise of marriage, perhaps..."
"Xinxin?" Gu Qingheng's eyes suddenly lit up, no longer caring to ask anything else, he got up and rushed out, hugging the person sitting in the chair, "Is it really you? I thought I was dreaming just now..."
