Chapter 837: Falling Ill, A Ruse of Self-Injury

Liuyue stared blankly at Blake.

His voice was different from the usual coldness, arrogance, or teasing playfulness; it was especially gloomy, also carrying a sense of vicissitude that did not belong to his age.

Her tone softened unconsciously: "Are you sick? What illness do you have?"

Blake countered with a question: "You don't know?"

Liuyue shrugged: "Should I know?"

"Then... then pretend I never said anything."

Blake suddenly resisted discussing this topic and turned to leave.

It was clearly an evasion.

The conversation wasn't even finished, so Liuyue certainly wouldn't let him leave right away.

She immediately turned around, extending her hand to stop him: "I hate people who only speak halfway. Come on, tell me, what illness do you have?"

Blake took a few steps forward, suddenly closing in on Liuyue: "If you do not want to marry me, why do you want to know what illness I have?"