Mrs. Gu Is Seriously Ill

The flame of the candlelight swayed in his dark eyes, and the cool evening breeze swept over her body. She felt nothing, so she leaned closer and looked at the blue flame in his eyes and her small reflection. Ah Sheng, what will happen when we grow old in the future—— She always spoke like this out of habit. The most beautiful things she had ever thought about had all come true in him. But, suddenly one day, someone told her that you were just out of your mind. So she couldn't stand it anymore. I'm not sick. This is not an explanation. There is only one compelling reason, I am Mrs. Gu.