"We won't die... Bo Yeyuan, your illness can be cured, I won't let you die." Li Qiyu's hand caressed Bo Yeyuan's mask, his right face covered in snake patterns creeping, purple fine blood threads dividing his skin into cracked chunks...
A pair of eyes, blood-red as if about to drip fresh blood.
Bo Yeyuan certainly doesn't know what he looks like now, like a devil on the brink of transformation.
But Li Qiyu didn't find him ugly at all: "This coffin is heat-insulated and fireproof, as long as we stay inside, we are very safe. Once the fire burns out, once we get out, we'll be together forever..."
Never had such a strong desire to live.
As long as Bo Yeyuan's illness can be cured, their tomorrow would have a future!
Bo Yeyuan frowned deeply: "Hope."
"Didn't Ling Ran say it himself? Your snake poison has a cure."
"How is it cured?!"
"Do you still remember? You said the woman Beitang Feng liked—also my mom, how did she die? Disfigurement."
