Qinghu didn't know whether to be angry or to smile as he forcefully patted Lin Mengya's head.

"Little girl, don't talk about death so easily. If I really die, I will definitely die by your side. It'll be your choice whether to bury me or not."

It sounded ferocious, but a flicker of misery flashed in his eyes.

If no one was able to rid him of the poison within three years, he would live for only three years.

But that was long enough. ...