C157 At Most, He Won't Live past Three Months.

The night gradually darkened.

A sandalwood carriage stopped at the entrance of the academy. Jiang Ru personally went to pick it up and helped the handsome man get off the carriage. She sweetly said, “Third Brother’s skin is getting better and better. But what new cosmetic ointment have you developed?”

Jiang Yue said in a smug tone, “You, my Third Brother, are naturally handsome