Wu Xia's voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation, cold to the extreme.
His gaze had never left Su Yuxuan.
Su Yuxuan trembled, her tears flowing even more profusely as she met Wu Xia's eyes.
That gaze was not one of love, but rather one of guilt born from the initial beauty in the face of her own peril.
"Yuxuan, haven't you always wanted me to get better?"
Yuan Lang immediately turned and knelt toward Su Yuxuan, "Now that the opportunity has finally come, make a sacrifice. As long as you cure me, we can have our own happiness, and in the future, we can have our children!"
"Rest assured, I won't disdain you. I will love you even more than I do now!"
He shouldn't have said that last sentence; as soon as he did, it completely altered the tone.
Who is Su Yuxuan?
With her figure, appearance, temperament, and face, surrounded by so many men, she still chose this impotent, undersized man.
It was clear evidence of her true love for Yuan Lang.
