"But I'm tired…"
Obviously, Lu Yan was exhausted.
"I know. But you must hold on, okay?"
"Psycho Qiao, do you love me?"
"I love you! Love you! Love you!" In agony, Qiao Fei blurted out his love.
"Then will you marry me?"
"I'll marry you," Qiao Fei said firmly.
"I want lots of children. Maybe, like my sister, I'll have twins…"
"Okay. We can have as many children as you want."
"Where shall we marry? Bali? The Maldives? Tahiti? Fiji? Or Las Vegas?" Lu Yan began to plan their beautiful future.
"You can choose any place you like. I'll be happy anywhere as long as I'm with you."
Comforting Lu Yan, Qiao Fei looked for a safe hiding place.
Finally, he found a secluded cold storage room. Prying open the door, he carried Lu Yan into the room.
The low temperature in the cold room could slow down the deterioration of her wounds.
