"Chu Liyuan, don't go, please don't go. Stay with me. If you leave, I might really die!" Yang Xiaoyu got off the bed and threw herself at Chu Liyuan's feet, clinging tightly to his suit, her head resting against his long legs as she pleaded.
"If I leave Jian Jian, I'll die. What use would a corpse be to you?" Chu Liyuan said coldly.
"What?" Yang Xiaoyu hadn't expected Chu Liyuan to say something like that.
"I once lost Jian Jian, and during that time, I was worse than dead, getting through the days only by numbing myself with alcohol, wishing I could sleep and never wake up, living like a walking corpse."
"See, if you leave him, you'll only suffer for a while, but time will smooth things over."
