"Yes, I'm worried about you," Xie Wanqing couldn't bear his indifferent manner, so she smiled at him, "You want to take us mother and son back to the Capital City, let us step into such a place of conflict. If you die young, I can't protect Ran'er, so of course I have to worry about you."
Worry was real.
Unwillingness to admit it was pure worry was also true.
Lu Ziyuan's expression gradually froze as he looked deeply at her, then suddenly smiled.
"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you," he wrapped his palm around her waist, "No one can harm you."
"Stop dodging the question," Xie Wanqing wasn't so easily placated, "Answer me first, your heart issue..."
"It's nothing," Lu Ziyuan said lightly, "Even if I die young, I will ensure your safety."
What he said was calm and carefree, but when Xie Wanqing heard it, it echoed like thunder.
"You really have a health issue..." her nose reddened suddenly, "How many years do you have left to live!"
