Yan Xi pretended to hesitate, "This... isn't good."

"Why not? He's so old, and he's just after your youth and beauty. It's best for him to leave as soon as possible, but people like me..." Realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag, Ji Bohan quickly corrected himself, "What I mean is that young people like us have pure feelings and won't care so much."

Yan Xi felt that her face was frozen from smiling, she really couldn't hold it back any longer.

He adjusted his breathing, controlled himself, and calmed down. "No, he didn't do anything wrong. Although he's a little arrogant and has a bad temper, always gets angry for no reason, and threatens me from time to time, he's actually quite good."

When Ji Bohan heard this, his eyes widened. "He's already like this, how can he be any better?"

Yan Xi held her head back, recalling what Ji Bohan had done, and looked at him with a gentle smile, "I like him like this, because he won't get hurt easily, and won't be sad for a long time because of other people's words. I like his pride, and I like that he can throw a tantrum at will, without having to carefully bottle up all his worries. Although he always threatens me, I know he's just jealous, because he's afraid that I'll leave him.

Others definitely don't like this kind of person, but I like him. I like everything about him, whether it's his strengths or his weaknesses. In my eyes, his weaknesses are his lovable qualities."

Ji Bohan listened, lowered his eyes, his chest felt heavy and his throat was tight, "Really? I really envy him."

Yan Xi noticed that he was in a very low mood. He hurriedly reached into the quilt, groped around, and held the boy's hand tightly. He sighed helplessly and said with a smile: "Silly boy, can't you hear that the description I gave you at the beginning is about you?"

"What?" Ji Bohan was slightly stunned, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

Yan Xi whispered, "I said the person I like can draw, has good calligraphy, and is very handsome. Do you think that you can't draw, can't write good calligraphy, and are not good-looking?"

Ji Bohan was suddenly at a loss, "But, but, I don't have a bad temper, and I'm not that old."

Yan Xi leaned over, pulled him into her arms, rested her chin on the top of his head, and spoke softly and gently, "Because I want you to be this kind of person. I don't want you to always feel inferior and sensitive because of what others say, and be cautious. I want you to be a confident person, and I also hope... you can live a very long, long time."

Ji Bohan listened to his heartbeat and smelled his body fragrance, and felt that the whole world had quieted down.

For some reason, my nose felt sore and my eyes felt hot.

He hugged the man tightly, suppressed the pain in his throat, and said with a smile: "Okay, I will try my best to become the person you like, Yan Xi, thank you."

Thank you for giving me confidence.

In fact, he felt it too.

No matter how inferior he feels in front of others, in front of Yan Xi, he will forget that he is a disabled person and a sickly person.

In front of him, I am just a normal person.

Being with him made him feel extremely comfortable.

After the two of them expressed their feelings, Ji Bohan felt sweet in his heart every day, and he always had a faint smile on his face when doing anything.

Time flies and another year has passed.

I heard that a new opera troupe came down the mountain.

They made this thing called a movie.

This movie is deeply loved by the general public.

Ji Bohan was a little curious and wanted to go and take a look.

Yan Xi said: "If you want to see it, go and see it. Don't hesitate. I want to see it too."

With his words, Ji Bohan made up his mind. He said goodbye to the first wife and Master Ji, and went down the mountain to watch a movie with the male servant who usually took care of him.

The movie is about a pair of lovers who were forced to separate because of war. The heroine went through untold hardships but only found the body of her beloved.

The actors’ acting skills were good and the crying scenes were very moving. Although it was a black and white movie without sound, it made everyone present cry.

After Ji Bohan came out, he grabbed Yan Xi's hand and whispered, "Yan Xi, let's not separate no matter what happens in the future, okay?"

Yan Xi smiled and said, "Yeah, okay."

With these words, Ji Baihan felt much more at ease.

They wandered around the town for a while longer and returned home just as the sun was about to set.

However, what awaited Ji Bohan was unacceptable bad news.

The eldest wife died.

Died without any warning.

When Ji Bohan heard the news, all his good mood of the day disappeared in an instant.

His mind went blank, as if he had lost his last support.

He looked at his eldest wife lying motionless on the bed and couldn't help crying out loud.

Yan Xi hugged him, not knowing what to say to comfort him.

He was just heartbroken.

The boy's cry was so heartbreaking.

Perhaps because he was too sad, Ji Bohan, who was already weak and sick, fainted while crying.

Yan Xi was panicked and wanted to hug him, but was shocked to find that he could not touch this person again.

Yan Xi trembled all over, and reached out again without giving up.

It's useless.

Still can't touch it.

Yan Xi was about to cry.

How could this be...

Ji Bohan is in this state now, he can't live without him.

At night, Ji Bohan woke up, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to call Yan Xi's name.

Yan Xi hurriedly sat down on the edge of the bed, "I'm here, I'm here."

"Yan Xi? Where are you? Why don't you answer me?" Ji Bohan cried, looking panic-stricken.

Yan Xi was startled, his whole body freezing cold. "Ji Bohan, I'm here, can't you hear me?"

However, Ji Bohan still lay helplessly on the bed, his eyes full of panic and despair, his voice trembling, "Yanxi, where have you been... Don't leave, don't leave me, I only have you, don't leave me alone... Please..."