The Prelude to a Crisis

"Don't overthink it it," Lin Yi said.

"In my heart, you're all the same. Half of my life is hers, and the other half is yours."

Liang Ruoxu's beautiful eyes rolled as Lin Yi's words hit the nail on the head. She looked embarrassed.

"You knew that half of it was mine, yet you were still so careless. Look at how badly injured you are. The doctor already said that it's a blessing in disguise that you can even keep this arm. If the wound had been a little more angled, this arm would have been crippled."

"But this injured half isn't yours," Lin Yi said.

"This half belongs to Ji Qingyan. Your half is still intact."

With that, Lin Yi raised his other arm and showed Liang Ruoxu his muscles.

"I'm not bragging, but I can lift you up with one hand."

"Even at this time, you're still not serious."

After being comforted by Lin Yi, Liang Ruoxu's mood improved a lot.