"It's not what you thought." Ye Junqing didn't want to recall that experience, nor did she feel guilty, and firmly denied: "After helping you to lead the pursuers away, I encountered other adventures, and they all passed. I got sick, so it has nothing to do with you."

Ye Xingguang's voice was full of apology: "Why, it doesn't matter, you definitely don't want me to blame myself, so you refuse to admit it. I know, it must be like that, you must be seriously injured and dying, just like my father, you wouldn't have lived without being embraced, so you took this path. You have been ill for ten years, you have refused to drink blood for ten years, and the illness has occurred so frequently, and I can't imagine how you survived it for so many nights..."

Close your eyes and your mind is like Ye Junqing locking himself in a dark room on the third floor, sitting on a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and enduring pain. Because it is unbearable, his wrists and ankles will struggle desperately, leaving red marks...

Ye Xingguang thought, his heart ached. He took the initiative to wrap his hands around his waist, put his head against his chest, and silently swears in his heart that she must repay him well.

No wonder she feels so distressed every time he gets sick. She wants to take care of him so much, but she is scolded by him. Even if she is disliked by him, she can't control her heart and want to take care of him silly. Maybe subconsciously, she knows that she is the one who causes such pain to him, so she subconsciously wants to make up for it...

Ye Junqing didn't want her to feel guilty, and her voice was calm: "In fact, the disease does not occur so frequently."

"Don't comfort me, I've been with you for only two months. I know how many times you've been sick."

“It’s much better than before.”

He is prone to illness when he is emotionally unstable. In the past, he imprisoned her at home and got along with him incompatible. He was often stimulated by her to get sick. That day was a torment. Compared to his past, life now, he was simply happy to show off his gods.

He could hardly imagine how they got along like that in the past. It was like a nightmare, unable to break free, and unable to forget them. They hated each other and suffered both defeats. In the end, they could only let go and forget each other in the world...

Ye Xingguang felt even more guilty: "It's so frequent, it's much better than before. You've had more frequent illnesses before? Why didn't you meet me earlier? It would be great if I met you earlier."

Silly girl, what he said was not this before, and he had met her earlier. He accidentally discovered her in the first year she came to the imperial capital to go to college.

It was the first year since he parted with her at sea. When his car passed the intersection of a third-tier university, he saw her and several students standing at the traffic lights and green lights. The breeze blew her long hair. She saw her hands in her pockets of clothes, standing in front of the zebra crossing and talking and laughing with her classmates. That year, she was eighteen years old.

The eighteen-year-old was still different from the twelve-year-old. At that time, he sat quietly in the car, thinking that he just looked a little bit like a girl who had saved him at sea.

He asked Fu Zuo to investigate her identity and learned that her name was Ye Xingguang. At that moment, it seemed that he finally confirmed that the little mermaid he had met on the sea had really accidentally entered his world. It was the best gift God gave him.

However, the past is unbearable to look back on, and Ye Junqing laughed it off. It was probably because the wrong time had met the right person. Now, the right time had met the right person.
Chapter completed!