"Little Man, do you think this is a dream?"
Xia Liu had never imagined that Guo Man would speak such intimate words.
His whole body bristled with goosebumps.
It was truly nauseating.
Considering Guo Man's temperament, how could she possibly say such things?
She probably thought she was dead, trapped in a dream, and was speaking recklessly.
"Isn't it a dream?"
Guo Man's beautiful eyes narrowed suddenly as she released Xia Liu and looked at him earnestly.
"I haven't yet made up for the hurt I've caused you. How could I possibly die?"
Xia Liu gazed into Guo Man's eyes and spoke firmly, word by word.
For a moment, silence enveloped the room.
Only the sound of two heartbeats echoed between them.
Guo Man's heartbeat grew louder, her breath grew quicker.
She reached out and touched Xia Liu's chest.
There's warmth!
She pinched her own cheek in front of Xia Liu.
"Ah! That hurts!"
"Little Man, I'm not dead. I've returned from the Secluded Valley..."
