Chapter 220 You Are My Life

"What…" What do you think you are? After realizing, tears welled up again, and she choked up as she punched him, "Do you think you're still young? With your old arms and legs, how many can you beat?"

He grabbed her hand, holding her fist, silent.

She didn't know what he was thinking; she pulled her hand back and threw another punch at him.

Only then did he murmur, "Even at eighty years old..."

"What?" She didn't hear clearly and asked again.

He raised his voice, speaking quickly, "Even if I'm eighty, if someone bullies you, I'll still fight with my walking stick and risk this old life!"

"You…" She was unsure whether to feel moved or heartbroken, with tears streaming down and her chest feeling both sour and warm.

She hugged him tightly and bit hard on his shoulder, as if only by doing so could she transfer the complex emotions in her heart to him.

He let her bite, patting her back eventually.

She ignored him and continued to lean into his embrace.