"You are not." Changyuan gazed deeply at Qin Ruan, his expression quite serious, "Do you think you are still human when children with Innate Spiritual Body and Innate Yin Evil constitution crawl out of your belly? Which human in this world could give birth to such children with those bloodlines?"
Qin Ruan avoided answering and said indifferently, "I, like anyone else, will experience birth, aging, sickness, and death."
Changyuan, wearing Jin Ling's face, seemed to recall something, his expression indescribably strange.
Soon, he firmly denied again, "You won't die."
Qin Ruan's eyes slightly narrowed, "Are you so sure?"
Changyuan avoided her gaze, his tone casual, "Just a hunch, I always feel that being near you brings endless trouble."
After he spoke, he frowned, showing slight annoyance on his face.
Qin Ruan laughed mockingly, "It seems like all the trouble I've had these past few days involves you; maybe you're inherently troublesome."