Li Tianming could no longer care about anything else.
He came to her side.
"Brother..."
When Li Tianming grasped her palm, condensed from mist, she slowly opened her eyes. In her frail gaze lay ten thousand strands of longing.
"Ling'er, other people ride horses, ride whatever seven-colored auspicious clouds—but I fucking rode a sun here to take you home. Yet you're still lying here? That's not right, is it? Hurry up and get up. Stop being a little lazy pig, or watch out—I'll use these devil claws of mine to smash your Heavenly Pattern barrier..."
Crying? Heartbreak?
Li Tianming could not say such things.
He raised his signature Thieving Heaven Hand and gently caressed her cheek.
Hearing his words, even feeling his tenderness, she could not help but smile despite her weakness. At the same time, crystalline tears slid down her cheeks.
She parted her red lips slightly, furrowed her delicate brows, and pretended to look fierce. "Hmph... then I'll... bite off your Eastern Emperor Sword..."
She was using the weakest voice to deliver the harshest threat.
After saying that, she even bared a row of neat, pearly-white teeth.
This should have been a scene of life and death, where ordinary people would howl and weep bitter tears. But Li Tianming did not want to bring such feelings to her.
He understood Jiang Feiling.
What she needed more was her attachment to him, to the whole world.
"Careful, or I'll break your teeth."
Li Tianming pinched her mouth, shaping it into an "O."
"You're awful, you stinking hooligan..."
Their gazes collided.
It looked like flirtatious banter, but both their eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot.
The fingers Li Tianming held at the corner of her lips were trembling.
"Ling'er, don't let it end like this, okay?"
When Li Tianming said this,