"Do you want to be with me?"
This question suddenly fell by Ming Xian's ear, causing his fingertips to tremble and waves of pain to rise in his heart.
It was like stepping into the void and falling off a cliff, thinking he was doomed, only to suddenly land on a cloud.
The whole world quieted down, and he seemed to be back on the sea, under a deep blue sky where the stars were woven together, and the waves carried them up and down, with only each other's breath in their ears.
He said, "Yes."
"Then stay by my side properly." Chuzheng pulled the paper away, "What drug did you give me last time?"
Chuzheng changed the topic so quickly that Ming Xian was a bit behind.
"Just... just..." Ming Xian mumbled something, not daring to look into Chuzheng's eyes, "I took the antidote in advance."
Chuzheng recalled that Ming Xian had some strange little bottles on him; she hadn't even taken his sword, let alone those things.
