Si Mingjing stood by and watched, realizing that her great-uncle-in-law and great-aunt shared a deep affection—the kind that made separation in life unbearable and parting in death unthinkable. She envied them.
"Mingjing, if one day I were to lie on a sickbed, unable to take medicine, would you feed me like this too?" Mo Yinhe asked, standing beside Si Mingjing.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Si Mingjing replied sharply, shooting him a glare.
Who would curse themselves like that?
"Mingjing, would you do the same for me?"
Si Mingjing felt like kicking him.
"Shut up, or else I'll take a Silver Needle and stab you to death!"
She couldn't bear to hear him curse himself.
"Do you wish for me to be as devastated as he is?"
Mo Yinhe's heart tightened, and he immediately responded seriously, "Mingjing, I will take good care of myself and never let myself get hurt."
He would rather live a long life than see his Mingjing in unbearable pain.
