"You want me to die?" Ye Zimo asked angrily.

"Who wants you to die? Why are you so annoying? You... You deceived me! Big villain!" Xia Yihan cried, cried and laughed, and a small face was messed up by runny nose and tears.

She threw herself in front of him and stared at him. She dared not blink her eyes. She was afraid that it was an illusion and a dream.

She was afraid that when she woke up, he would cover his face with white cloth, not breathe, not speak, not laugh.

"Mrs. Ye Shao, Mr. Ye is still very weak. Please don't talk too much to him. He...