Lu Mingshu felt so angry she wanted to hit him, what a weird way to put it—'leaking air'! He's injured like this, yet still playing around!
But, having him put it that way, it unexpectedly felt quite fitting.
His meridians had burst, his joints a bloody mess; it was rather like someone had poked a hole and let the air out, except what was leaking was blood.
——This jerk, leaving her unsure whether to cry or laugh.
"If I die, you would really be sad, wouldn't you?" he suddenly said.
Lu Mingshu paused.
"Last time your acting was awful. Back then, I thought if I died and you wouldn't even be sad, it would be too frustrating."
"..." Lu Mingshu pressed down on the fresh blood leaking from him, "Still having such wild thoughts, you're the one who said it, a disaster lingers for a thousand years, compared to me, you are the real calamity."
"Cough!" He was still spitting out blood, "It's all my fault, I was too full of myself, this time I miscalculated..."
