"So, at the brink of death, you can truly see the one you love the most..." Zhu Yu stared blankly at Lu Qing's face in front of her, murmuring softly.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Lu Qing frowned, reaching out to cover Zhu Yu's mouth, "You're alive and well, and you'll live to a ripe old age."
"I know..." Zhu Yu tried to smile, but her whole body was in so much pain that it inexplicably brought forth a deep sense of grievance. She had barely spoken before tears started streaming down her face, "When I first saw your face appear in the pile of rats, I thought I was about to die, so I must have been hallucinating..."
"What's wrong? Is the pain too severe? I'll go get Yan Daoxin right away to find some painkillers for you..." Seeing her tears rolling down, Lu Qing's brows furrowed as he hurriedly attempted to leave without even offering comforting words. Before he could straighten up, Zhu Yu's hand caught him.
