"You must not tell anyone about this."
Even as Qin Long painstakingly explained, Tang Xuewu was still suspicious that his illness had relapsed. Qin Long sighed again and again. When had he ever had to explain himself so many times to someone? He never imagined that after laying all his cards on the table, Tang Xuewu simply wouldn't believe him.
"You're still spouting nonsense!" she snapped. "Be careful, or I'll beat you up! How do you resemble him at all? He stands tall and proud, with a powerful, commanding aura! You just look like a greasy, middle-aged slob. Are you trying to fool me like I'm a three-year-old?"
Tang Xuewu crossed her arms, rolling her eyes at Qin Long.
"It's quite normal," Qin Long said with a sigh, continuing his analysis. "Back then, I was charging across battlefields. Now, I'm being carefully looked after by you. It's only natural that I've gotten out of shape."
I, the Heavenly Dragon, have never had to explain myself to anyone… except Tang Xuewu.
