The wind came in gusts, tousling his short bangs.
There were some things, if she didn't speak them, he might never dare believe them, even unto death.
If he died, she would absolutely refuse to live alone.
His accident would be her downfall.
As long as he lived, she could stay by his side and live on properly...
The wind hadn't stopped yet, but Mu Xiaojiu had.
It was something Baili Xia had never anticipated, given his usual way of doing things: once he made up his mind, no one could change it.
But this time, he changed...
"Uncle!" As she slid off him and looked up to clearly see his face, Baili Xia nearly collapsed.
It wasn't because of her own physical weakness, but rather, his complexion had reached an unsightly level!
His face was completely shrouded in a dark aura, his thin lips had turned utterly black and purple, and black blood never ceased trickling from the corners of his mouth.