The most beautiful man in the Chen Kingdom back then is now just a forgetful old man.

 And she...

 She did not dare to move her eyes, but after gradually waking up, she showed extreme fear.

 "I died. And then you...saved me?" she asked tremblingly.

Yan Chunhui nodded.

 The terrifying suspicion was verified. Tears flowed out all of a sudden, and she almost lost control.

He yelled: "Yan Chunhui! Why did you save me! Why did you save me? You bastard! You damn... damn! Who allowed you to use that dirty method to save me?"

I!"

Yan Chunhui looked at her quietly without saying a word.

She cursed for a while on the bamboo bed, and finally she seemed to have lost her strength, sobbing and crying: "I should have died a long time ago, I should have died three hundred years ago! Why do you...why do you have so much power!"

 “Don’t cry.” Yan Chun replied.

His comfort was very weak and turbid. It was like twisting the rag hard and squeezing out two drops of dirty water. When it was squeezed out, it seemed that something had finally been accomplished, but when it fell down, it stained the place again.

 Only her eyes can move in Yanzi's body, but the passing shadow is enough for her to confirm her conjecture and know what she looks like.

 “Ah…ah…oooo…”
Chapter completed!