Long Xiliang's voice...
It's fucking amazing!!
She had never heard a man's voice filled with such abundant emotion.
She also saw a deep affection in Long Xiliang's longing gaze.
This is fucking Long Xiliang?
Could this be a dream she conjured up?
Lu Xiaoyou patted her face with both hands.
It's not a dream.
This is real.
"Youyou..."
He called her name, and Lu Xiaoyou walked to the bedside.
As she got closer, she saw the man's body covered with mottled scars, on his face, neck, chest, arms, everywhere...
Her gaze fell on the man's chest.
The scars on his chest, twisted and entangled like tree roots, were the most terrifying.
She had caused this.
In these past few days, although the wound on his chest had healed, the scars remained, and without proper treatment, the scabs had become quite unsightly.
His skin was also smeared with varying shades of bloodstains.
