"Want to leave me?"
"You're wronging me! You don't trust me! I told you I only think of Ling Xiao as family! But you still insisted on killing him!"
"I was wrong about that."
An Yan looked at him in shock. Li Tianyao actually admitted he was wrong?
"From now on, I'll try my best to trust you!"
An Yan was even more shocked. "You... are you still Li Tianyao?"
He didn't respond, just looked at her.
The light cast a shallow layer of shadows on his face. "Madness! I named this affliction myself. Bloodthirsty, murderous, and recognizing no one—isn't it fitting?"
"What Li Qingqing said about your illness—is all of that true?"
"Mm."
"Then you..."
Li Tianyao half-leaned against the headboard, his gaze fixed on her face. "We're married now, right?"
"Right. But..."
"Don't even think about it. I'm just ill, not dead!"
An Yan wordlessly met his gaze for a few seconds before speaking. "What happens next? After you lose your sanity and kill indiscriminately, what then?"
