"Cough, cough, cough…" Hearing Ye Xiyao's forthright question, Li Changlin was instantly dumbfounded, "This, this counts, I guess."
It was extremely awkward, and Li Changlin couldn't help but sheepishly touch his nose.
"But, Brother Changlin, you said when we grew up, you would marry me." Ye Xiyao looked up at Li Changlin and said languidly, "Brother Changlin may have forgotten, but Xiyao will never forget. My fate is that I won't live past twenty-four, and I was really looking forward to becoming Brother Changlin's bride in my lifetime. But now it seems, Xiyao will never have the chance."
As she spoke, tears gathered and rolled down from Ye Xiyao's eyes.
Seeing this, Li Changlin's heart was instantly in turmoil, "Xiyao, don't cry, why do you start crying when things are going well! And what you mentioned about your fate, what does that mean? Why do you say you won't live past twenty-four? Tell me, are you just trying to scare Brother Changlin?"
