Li Xianyun never anticipated that Yelu Yan had even considered his own funeral arrangements, and her heart ached unbearably. She hooked her hands around his neck and said, "My husband, please don't be like this, it hurts my heart."
"Xianxian, you feel pain, but what about me? Wouldn't I feel pain? Seeing that you hadn't left a single word for me, I guessed that you had embraced the willingness to die... Xianxian, I may seem strong, as if nothing can defeat me, but I, too, am human, not an indestructible wall of metal. I am not as powerful as you think; there are some hurdles I just can't get over," he said.
Seeing him getting more agitated and angry with each word, Li Xianyun tightened her embrace around his neck and buried her face in his neck, rubbing against his skin. "My husband, I know I was wrong. I won't speak lightly of life and death again," she murmured.