"Man Man, can you bear to watch me be lonely from here on?" Han Zhuoli clutched her hand tightly. "If the Heavens insist that you go back, then given your stubborn temper, you surely won't listen to them obediently, right? Man Man, no matter what happens, you must definitely stay. Try your best to stay, okay?"
Han Zhuoli felt that he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
He heaved a long, drawn-out sigh. "If… If you're really not coming back, then take me away too, okay?"
Lu Man's hand twitched. She wanted to tell him that she would not leave.
She would not leave no matter what.
She also wanted to stay together with him, in this life, and in the next. They would always be together, forever and ever.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw Han Zhuoli's haggard appearance.
His eyes seemed to be all bloodshot, his eyebags were greenish-blue. Who knew how many hours he had slept in total across these few days?
