"Are you sick?!"
Ji Dongyang twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly. "Maybe..."
"How could it be like this... Dongzi, is this disease... Okay?"
"Do you think I want this? I don't want to either..." Ji Dongyang shook his head, saying this as if to himself, "I'm really afraid... Afraid that he won't be with me, afraid that he will leave me... Do you think that if this person is gone one day, won't I be able to survive?"
For Ji Dongyang, this person is the root of the disease, the cure, the crux, and the good medicine. He can be tortured to death, or he can be brought back to life in a few strokes.