From the moment she died, he was already terminally ill.
But it didn't matter, he didn't want to be cured.
Being cured meant endless pain, he'd rather stay like this.
Living in a world of only the two of them, pretending they'd never been apart, still as loving as ever.
That way, he could go on living, living until he found her.
He looked at her, his gaze focused and affectionate, "As long as you're here, my illness will be cured."
She was his medicine, now that she's back by his side, he would naturally get better.
His eyes were tender and warm, looking at her as if she was the most precious treasure in the world.
If Lu Hualiang looked at her with such eyes, perhaps she would be bashful and happy.
But the one looking at her this way was Long Xuanye, and she only felt a chilling cold.
As if a venomous snake had its eyes on her.
The man's large hand wandered across her face, gently lifting her chin, seemingly with a downward trend.
