It's not sickening at all.
So natural, so smooth.
True, how could it be sickening? He wished he could do it all again in the next life.
Qin Guanglin flicked the water with his foot, gently rubbing her ankle and playing quietly with his head lowered for a while before raising his head and saying, "That means I have to live a couple of years longer."
"You live to a hundred, and I'll live to ninety-eight."
"Deal, it's settled then." He smiled, knowing that talk was cheap, and living longer wasn't up to them, but what did it matter?
That wasn't important, the intentions of the two people were.
You're two years older than me, so I'll live two years less than you.
This is love.
Different from the Titanic type of 'you die, and I live on for both of us' love, but just as sincere.