“Cough!” I heard a cough from behind. Xing Chuan had woken up.

I walked up to him as he slowly lifted his body up. He sat on the bed and breathed with great difficulty as he slowly put on his clothes.

I stood in front of him. He didn’t look at me, but continued to put on his clothes strenuously.

“Xing Chuan.” I looked down at him.

He coughed into his fist. “Cough, cough, cough…”

“You can’t die,” I said.

He continued to cough, “Cough, cough, cough… Heh…” He panted for a while and chuckled lightly. He slowly buttoned his shirt and said, “I know…”

“No, you don’t know. Previously, I didn't let you die to punish you.”

He finished buttoning his shirt. Then, he began to breathe calmly. “And now…”

“We’ve most likely...