C1950 Everything Was Fake

Hsiao Heng said it seriously, but Ye Luoluo felt a little uncomfortable.

"Why? Hsiao Heng, I am about to die. If you really treat me well, then stay far away from me. Can't you let me maintain the last trace of elegance?"

"I want to as well, but I can't do it. Luoluo, I can't bear to part with you, and I can't bear to let you turn into dust by yourself."

Hsiao Heng's nose suddenly turned sour