Yang Fan looked at the emotional Yang Huiru and lifted his powerless hand.
Yang Huiru grabbed his hand and placed it on her cheek: "Remember this feeling; you'll never have it again."
Their eyes met, and it became so difficult for Yang Fan to say anything.
It was not a rash act, nor was it an impulsive subconscious move. Yang Huiru knew clearly what she was doing because she knew this was her last chance.
Without hesitation, she kissed Yang Fan's lips, something she had wanted for a long time. Her long-held regret turned into a torrent of happiness at this moment.
They kissed passionately, and after finishing, she looked at Yang Fan again, her hands clinging to his neck, refusing to let go.
"Foolish woman," Yang Fan whispered in her ear, "I'm not going to die. Heaven isn't ready to take me yet; I won't let you die."
Yang Huiru suddenly let go of Yang Fan, her eyes wide. She patted his shoulder, "How dare you deceive me, taking advantage of me, you jerk!"
