He pretended not to hear and followed her with a bounce in his step, "Dear, don't be mad at your husband. Everything's my fault… Please forgive me, dear."
She stopped in her tracks, glared at him, "Get lost. Who's mad at you?"
"Dear, I can't 'get lost' right now." He put on a pitiful expression, clutching the sword wound on his chest, "You put a hole in me, and it's not fully healed yet."
"You brought it on yourself."
"Of course. Dear, it's an honor that you stabbed me." He laughed, "With your medical skills and precise gaze, if you really wanted to kill me, it would be easy. You'd just aim for my heart. But you deliberately avoided my fatal spot, which means you can't bear for me to die. Even Li Mu could accurately stab Wei Qingyi's heart with one strike. Dear, you were truly lenient with me."
"You don't deserve to die."
