"Perhaps," He Jingyao smiled noncommittally, "whether it can be cured or not isn't important anymore."
As long as Zhixi wasn't by his side, he wouldn't die young. Since that was the case, not being able to interact with women didn't seem like such a big deal.
Year after year of searching, year after year of despair, now all that remained of his obsession was to seek revenge for her. As for whether she was still alive...
That belief had faded so much that even he could hardly hold onto it any longer.
But however faint, it hadn't completely disappeared.
Yun Shenhan's gaze dimmed for a moment, then he smiled as if nothing was amiss, "You can't say that, if you could really be cured, you wouldn't know how many women would line up for you to choose from, and your aunt and uncle would be overjoyed."
Ning Yichen couldn't help but persuade him as well, "If Zhixi knew... she probably wouldn't want to see you alone... "
He Jingyao chuckled lowly, "Impossible."
