147 Love Language

Min Hong locked the door as if he was subconsciously guided by some mysterious, divine and noble law governing the lives of all mortals.

Then he looked towards the best gift he could ever wish the gods gave him.

In fact, if he was to write the only wish he wanted as his birthday gift, he wouldn't wish to be the most powerful cultivator in existence, neither would he ask for long life and prosperity or some sh*t of that sort.

He knew and she knew and even the gods who created him knew that if he was to die today, the only thing that would be his last wish was to spend a single minute more with his only vulnerability in life; Min Qing…

Though, he knows that having such a vulnerability is dangerous, he didn't care one bit.

In fact, he didn't care if he had to die a thousand times just to spend a minute with the only person his heart and every fiber of his being cared about the most.