Jiang Siming cooperatively coughed twice.
Then he pretended to be circulating his energy to heal his injuries.
Who would have thought that Shuiyue would accidentally touch the blood Jiang Siming had spat out? Sensing that something was off, she carefully examined the "bloodstain" on her hand.
Why did it smell faintly of sugar?
Shuiyue brought it to her nose and sniffed. Good grief, it was fake!
Shuiyue immediately grew angry. Her delicate brows furrowed, and her watery eyes glared at Jiang Siming.
Before she could say anything, Jiang Siming cut her off. "All right, I admit it. The blood is fake."
"Hmph! Was tricking me fun? Is anything about you real?"
"Of course."
"Then say it."
"My feelings for you are real."
"..."
Shuiyue was rendered speechless by his words, and the trace of anger she had felt vanished in an instant.
Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Siming quickly took her jade-like hand into his own. To keep Shuiyue from reacting and pulling away, he immediately unleashed his big move!
He delivered a speech that even moved himself to tears.
"Shuiyue, do you know that during my time in the Demon Abyss Land, I hovered between life and death countless times? Whenever I was on the verge of despair, I would think of you. I've never been willing to tear apart the Sound Transmission Talisman you gave me."
As he spoke, the Sound Transmission Talisman Shuiyue had given him more than two years ago to save his life lit up in Jiang Siming's hand.
Shuiyue stared at the intact talisman, her eyes blank for a moment.
"Do you know why I never used this talisman when I was on the brink of death? Because I didn't want you to worry, and I couldn't bear to tear apart the only gift you