Marrying Me as Your Husband Comes with Responsibilities

Being able to hold her hand again, Song Qiye felt a bittersweet joy in his heart.

His warm, large hand gently enveloped her delicate and boneless hand, infusing her with a substantial amount of spiritual power.

As he transmitted the power to her, his gaze remained fixed on her cheek.

She naturally felt the intensity of his burning gaze, raising her hand to tuck away a stray lock of hair behind her ear, yet she remained reluctant to speak a single word.

As the abundant spiritual power surged through her veins, the injured stagnant blood within her body began to stir and search for an outlet.

With a sound, she spat out black, stagnant blood, feeling her strength drain away in an instant as her eyes weakly closed, causing her entire body to collapse.

Song Qiye promptly caught her, gently supporting her as he held her in his embrace, his gaze fixed on that familiar face he had yearned for day and night, now pale and sickly.