"Xiao Qian, can you promise me something?"
"What is it?"
"Promise me first, okay?"
Luo Xiaoqian raised her face in confusion, looking into his eyes, "Zimo?"
Leng Zimo raised his hand to cradle her face, "If... I’m saying if, if I die..."
As soon as he said the word "die," Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand to cover his mouth, "Don’t talk nonsense, you won’t die, you definitely won’t!"
Leng Zimo lifted her hand away from his mouth and gently kissed the back of her hand, "Listen to me calmly, there are always possibilities with surgery, of course, I don’t want to die, but we can’t avoid this assumption."
"If I say you won’t, then you won’t!" Luo Xiaoqian stubbornly shouted, trying to leave his embrace.
"Xiao Qian!" Leng Zimo held her body, comforting her with kisses, "Listen to me finish."
"I don’t want to listen, I know what you want to say." Luo Xiaoqian hugged his neck, "You want me to marry Jiao Yang, I don’t want to, I just don’t want to, I only want to be your woman, when you’re alive, I’m yours, when you’re gone, I’m also yours, always will be..."
She understood his thoughts too well, even though he hadn’t finished speaking, she already guessed what he wanted to say.
She knew he wanted to do this because he loved her, but she couldn’t, she just couldn’t.



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