Jiang Xun stretched out her trembling hand towards Zhengqiao. She wanted to speak, but she recalled the feeling of suffocation when she was about to die in her previous life.
The feeling of reality hit her, making it difficult for her to breathe. She could not speak at all.
She could only breathe with difficulty intermittently. She opened her mouth in an attempt to speak, but she could not make any sound. One could barely tell from her mouth that she wanted to call the male lead's name.
Zhengqiao was pulled into the character by Jiang Xun's emotions. He held Jiang Xun's outstretched hand and clenched his teeth. His eyes were red, but he couldn't say a word.
"If... If I were only Jiang Mingyue…" the blood in Jiang Xun's mouth seemed unusually real with each word. "If... If I were only Jiang Mingyue, would you like me a little?"
"I will!" Zhengqiao held Jiang Xun's hand. "If you were only Jiang Mingyue, wouldn't that be great?"
