To quote a cliché line, it's not about forever, but about having once owned it...
As time goes by, what can be preserved, isn't it just memories?
Missed too much beauty, now whatever can be grasped in hand is a gain, isn't it?
If it weren't for the poison in Xiaofan, Leng Yue would be a hundred times willing to live here with him for a lifetime.
Without an antidote, Xiaofan will die.
This is an unchangeable fact.
After living intimately for more than twenty days, Xiaofan once again faced the maturity phase of the White Scorpion virus, falling into a coma.
Watching Xiaofan's face grow paler, Leng Yue saw it with her eyes but felt anxious in her heart.
The number of trees on the island is sparse, and most are solid, impossible to chop down for a raft. Even if a raft is made, how can one prepare enough food on an island lacking food to drift at sea, surely this poses even greater danger.
