"You guarantee that he will live, right?" Mu Chuxue asked with a trembling voice. At this moment, even if the survival rate of Nangong Jue was zero, her fearful heart still needed to be assured, even if the guarantee was so ethereal.
"I promise, he will never die, and so will he." Lu Xi did not hesitate to give her what Mu Chuxue needed.
Then, he saw Mu Chuxue's pale smile, which was uglier than crying. "You go back first and think about it. How are you going to explain to Chen Ting that I and his father are not in the same place at the same time? You can rest for a while. In the later stages, maybe he will need a lot of time."
In the end, Lu Xi turned his head to Nangong Jie, who was lying quietly on the couch. He had no confidence that he could wake Nangong Jie up quickly with his own
