Xia Yan violently shook off his hand, squeezed out the ointment, dipped it in a cotton swab, and gently applied the ointment on the wound on his chest. Two lines of hot tears fell down the sides of his cheeks, and he whimpered and muttered.

"You thought you were dead and I was still alive..."

She didn't want to spend her days in endless longing...

Yi Beihan's eyes tightened and he raised his lips coldly.

"What do you mean? Are you used to being abused and are you afraid that no one will abuse you after I die and you won't be able to survive?"

"I beg you not to say anything about death or not... Even if we can't be together, you can still live well!"

Xia Yan cried, but the movements of her hands were still gentle. Even if the two of them couldn't be together, even if he didn't love her, she still hoped that he would live well and live longer than her...

Can't be together?

Does that mean you don’t want to be with him?

"Since you don't want to be with me, there's no need for you to pretend to care about me here!"

Yi Beihan waved her hand away with an indifferent expression and walked aside.

There were still new wounds that had not been treated. Xia Yan bit her lip and looked at him with tears in her eyes. After a pause, she came to him again.

"Who said I don't want to be with you anymore? You don't love me, so don't make things against me, okay?"

With tears in his eyes, Xia Yan sucked the tip of his nose and continued to apply medicine on him.

I don't love you?

Yi Beihan held his breath, concentrated, and frowned.

"Please tell me clearly, what do you mean?"

After wiping his wound and finally stopping the bleeding, Xia Yan put the ointment back into the medicine box with tears in her eyes.

"Explain what? You and your ex-wife were together late at night, and someone took photos of them. Do you still need to tell the details of what you did at night?"

Yi Beihan came over, took the medicine box from her hand, threw it aside, and looked into her eyes intently, as if trying to find something out of it.

"Xia Yan, you are confusing me right now. You are getting angry with me for no reason. Is it because of my meeting with Bai Jinse, or is it because of something else?"

"What do you think? Don't you think you are very smart?"

Xia Yan looked up at him, his eyes filled with transparent liquid, which made people feel distressed.

Yi Beihan frowned deeper and asked tentatively.

"Because I met Bai Jinse?"

He did not deny that he had never felt stupid, but after meeting this woman, especially after taking her into his heart, he felt that his mind was getting stupider and stupider, and he could not read her thoughts or guess what she was thinking.

What……

"Is there anything else you're hiding from me?"

Xia Yan asked back with choked sobs.

Yi Beihan held Xia Yan's hand and said not confidently.

"Xia Yan, I don't believe there is a generation gap between us, but now I really don't understand what you mean? You have argued with me so much and just said so many heartless words to me. What do you mean?"

Is this man pretending to be confused?

Xia Yan wiped her tears and didn't look at him.

"This is the generation gap!!!"

I can't tell what she says at this age. What are angry words? What are facts?

Generation gap?

Yi Beihan's mouth twitched.

"What's the generation gap? I'm not much older than you. The generation gap is thirty years. We're only a dozen years apart. How can there be any generation gap?"

Thirty-year generation gap?

Xia Yan turned around faintly.

"Uncle, there is a generation gap of three years!"

Yi Beihan snorted lightly as he refused to admit it.

"You said three years, just three years?"

"..."

Xia Yan was immediately speechless!
Chapter completed!