Liu Xiaohe, like grasping a lifeline, suddenly seized Chen Dong's hand, her voice trembling, "You... what did you say... My face can be restored... Is... is that true?"
"You... you're not lying to me, are you...?"
Liu Xiaohe took a deep breath, "If... if you save my life and my mother's... and can restore my face... I'm willing to do anything you ask..."
"No... I'll be yours from now on..."
"In life I'll be yours... in death, your ghost..."
"If you don't have a wife... I'll be your wife... if you do, then I'll be your lover..."
Chen Dong gently patted Liu Xiaohe's shoulder, "Alright, don't think nonsense."
"Let's first heal the injuries you and your mother have."
"As for your face, come see me after your wounds have healed."
Liu Xiaohe nodded vigorously, "Okay, you must keep your word."
"Please, I'm begging you, don't deceive me."
At this moment, Tan Fang also stood up.