"Don't talk like that, dear. I won't divorce you, I promise." She was frightened that his words would come true.
"You know what my health is like, Qiu. I don't have much time left."
His indifference upset her. "That's not true," she argued. "My teacher, Professor Sun, is a renowned doctor. I've shown him your medical records; he said that your condition isn't serious. He said you have a chance of recovery."
"You think I want to die?" He held her in place with his stare. "Qiu, do you really not want to divorce me?"
"Of course. I…" His lips seized hers, drowning her words. Robbed of breath, she tapped him on his shoulder pleadingly. Only then did he break away.
"If you want to remain my wife, that means you're mine–your body and your heart." He gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Kiss me. Don't think of anything else. Just kiss me."