The phrase struck Yun Yanli's face like a cane. "Do you want to die?"
Ming-Die closed her eyes slightly as she heard that familiar threat. "My apologies, master."
Yun Yanli was anxious and frustrated at the same time. He remained quiet as he strode forward without a direction. He pursed his lips as he was worried that Ming-Die might just die silently as he continued walking.
"Master, you've promised to marry me…" Ming-Die whispered.
"I can marry you." Yun Yanli finally spoke after a long silence. Ming-Die has done so much for him, so the least that he could do now was to fulfill her last little wish.
Ming Die's eyes were opened widely! She had been dreaming this for a long time now, and it was finally coming true! Trembling, she tried to reach Yun Yanli's collar and grabbed it. "Could you please… give me a… wedding ceremony? Just… a small one… will do."
