When Ji Yanzhi said those words, his whole heart trembled with pain, not just from sorrow, but from fear.
He was afraid Ji Ting truly didn't want him anymore, afraid that once Ji Ting left, there would be no future for them. At that moment, Ji Yanzhi even desperately wanted to hear his thoughts, but contrary to his wishes, he heard nothing.
After a long silence, Ji Ting looked at him and asked, "If we're not getting married, are we still dating?"
Ji Yanzhi instinctively parted his thin lips, but the cruel words were lodged in his chest. They couldn't even reach his throat.
Seeing this, Ji Ting gave a faint, wan smile. "As long as we're still dating."
A breath caught in Ji Yanzhi's throat. He said viciously, "Ji Ting, you're not the only person I can date. I can date anyone, and I could fall in love with anyone, too."
Ji Ting shook his head. "You won't."
"How can you be so sure?!"
"Because you and I are the same kind of person. I wouldn't, so neither would you."
Ji Yanzhi's thin lips opened and closed. So angry that he began spouting nonsense, he said, "Fine. When you die this time, you can watch from heaven as I get married every year and spend every night as a newlywed!"
Hearing that childish outburst, which he hadn't heard in so long, some color returned to Ji Ting's face. "I won't die. I'll take care of you and treat you well for the rest of my life. You won't get the chance to be a newlywed every night."
"Does saying you won't make it true? Did you ever think you would die in your original world?"
"I did."
Looking at his earnest expression, Ji Yanzhi took a deep breath. "I