"She loves me too, come to her next stop?"

Yuan Huihuang reiterated these words and even pounded his head, and there was a woman in white in her mind.

Then a sad and pretty face that seemed familiar flashed.

His memory traces made him unable to stop his heart from softening.

Just this touch of tenderness made Yuan Huihuang groan.

He kneeled down with a plop.

"Well—" Yuan Huihuang tried hard to pull her collar open and breathe.

Every muscle was trembling, and every bloodline seemed to burst.

He was sweating all over, and his mouth was open but he could not help but make a sound.

"Old Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Fan was shocked and wanted to find silver needles to treat him, but found that there was nothing available in his hand.

He could only press his hand on the stone of life and death.

"Ahem—" "It's okay, it's okay!"

After struggling for a while, Yuan Huihuang slowed down and waved his hand at Ye Fan.

"A little old injury."

"You eat while it's hot and then have a good rest."

"I'll come to you later."

Yuan Huihuang stood up, patted Ye Fan on the shoulder and smiled, then turned around and went out of the door.

But at the door, he coughed hard again, wiped the tissue, and the blood was dazzling.

"I'm fucking in love?"

Yuan Huihuang laughed at himself: "Will the thirty-six-year 'Absolute Love' be destroyed?"

He was silent for a while and his eyes gradually became cold.
Chapter completed!