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Am I not dead?

Why did it have to wait until he was so badly damaged before she could understand?! "" "

"Right." Her fingers lingered on his face, brushed against his lips, brushed against the bridge of his nose, and finally came to his eyes.

She leaned down, her lips pressed against his eyes. He kissed it slowly.

How he wished that he could open his eyes; how he wished that he could open his mouth and call out to her as he always did — "Yuanyuan"; how he wished that his injuries, his pain, everything, could disappear.

If, in the stories she told him, to kiss a sleeping man, she needed to kiss him, she would kiss him thousands, tens of thousands of times, as long as he could wake up.

Her lips moved from his eyes to his nose and cheeks. That delicate kiss was filled with incomparable focus. Every time she kissed, it was as if she was fulfilling a wish.

Tears, mixed with her kisses, were so devout.

Her lips finally touched his thin lips. Her slightly cold lips felt so familiar to him, but there was no reaction at all.

"Wake up, will you? "I want to marry you, I really want to …"

It was not for Yihan, but for himself. For his own feelings, his own heart, she wanted to marry him!

Just because … She loved him. She loved him!

Everything in the past was just a lie. She had no way to fall in love with Ye Daoming or anyone else because she still had him in her heart and had never truly let him go.

In her life, she had only loved one person. If she fell in love, it meant that she would never fall in love with anyone else for the rest of her life. She would only fall in love until she grew old and died!

It had no antidote for the poison of Manju Sha Hua.

… ….

Cold, very cold!

Something seemed to be muttering in his ear. This voice was very familiar, very familiar. Listening to this voice gave him an inexplicable feeling of relief. However, at the same time, it also gave him a feeling of endless sorrow.

What was he feeling sad about again?

A warm feeling slowly spread out from his skin, breaking the ice.

Was someone touching him? Was someone warming him?

This voice, this feeling, was … It was …

Yuanyuan?

Lu Ziyi's drowsy mind seemed to have become clear all of a sudden. Lu Ziyi slowly opened his eyes and what entered his vision was the sleeping face of Qin Yuanyuan, who was lying on the side of his sickbed.

One of her hands was tightly holding his right hand, while her face was pressed against his hand. There were still undried tears on her face.

Under the light, she was like an angel that had fallen into the human world, standing guard beside him.

Lu Ziyi stared blankly at his. Just now, the voice and the temperature he felt, was all hers?

And was he dead, or was he alive?

Every single scene on the riverbank, she said that she had only married him for Yihan. She said that she would never love him in her entire life.

Just thinking about these words was painful to the heart.

And at this very moment, she was holding his hand and lying beside him, as if she were in a dream?

Was it a dream? Only in a dream would she be able to quietly accompany him. Only in a dream would she be able to tightly hold his hand.

Lu Ziyi's hand couldn't help but tighten around Qin Yuanyuan's.

Was he dead?

That was why he had such a dream. If this was really just a dream, then he would rather this dream never wake up.

"Yuanyuan..." He murmured to herself as she slowly turned his body to the side. His lips were almost soundless as they touched the hair on her bed. She rubbed it gently as if she was afraid to wake her up.

After an unknown amount of time, when Qin Yuanyuan opened his eyes, he saw Lu Ziyi kissing her hair.

His eyes were half closed, and the expression on his face was one of near infatuation. He was careful, but there was also a sense of unease.

This kind of person caused her to feel a kind of heartache. Just how much did she force him to have such an expression on his face?

In a short moment, Qin Yuanyuan remained silent as she looked at Lu Ziyi, not knowing what to say or do. The only thing she knew was that the layer of mist in her eyes was becoming denser and denser.

As if he had felt her gaze, Lu Ziyi suddenly turned his head, and their gazes met in this way, without any forewarning.

For a moment, time seemed to stop.

He was still alive! He was still alive!

In Qin Yuanyuan's heart, there were voices constantly shouting. Only when their gazes met did she truly feel that he was still alive, that he wasn't dead!

Qin Yuanyuan slowly raised her hand and caressed Lu Ziyi's face. His face was still cold, but it was much warmer than when he had just come out of the river.

It was as if at this moment, when her hand was placed so close together, she could feel a slight tremor under her skin, and her blood was flowing.

Her fingers moved along his cheek and caressed his eyes. He was like a quiet doll, allowing her to caress him as she pleased. His gaze never left her face.

After a long time, he finally opened his mouth and asked, "Am I not dead?"

Qin Yuanyuan said softly, "En, not dead."

"Is that so?" He gently closed his eyes. Was his dream about to be shattered? He would return to reality, to a reality where he no longer knew how to survive.

At this moment, it was completely silent.