What kind of deep love and despair would cause such a powerful man to have his hair turn white overnight and tears of blood to fall?
Ruan Munan had never been in love and did not understand the kind of true emotion that cuts to the bone. But looking at Xi Jiu's head of white hair, the words of comfort he had were suddenly unspeakable.
"You..." He opened his mouth, struggled for a long time, and finally could only mention Ruan Qi, "If Xiao Qi knew you weren't resting well, she would be worried."
Xi Jiu lowered his eyes: "That's just right. If she worries about me, she'll wake up sooner. As long as she wakes up, she can curse me or hit me, and I would gladly accept it."
Ruan Munan: "..."
Xi Jiu was impervious to softness and firmness, and Ruan Munan really had no way out. He pinned his hopes on Nie Heng, hoping he could say a few persuasive words. But turning his head, Ruan Munan saw Nie Heng sitting by the hospital bed, holding a yellow talisman and muttering.
