The words she said so sincerely made Song Rushuang feel both amused and helpless.

"Silly girl, if we really fell from such a height, we would have turned into two puddles of meat. How could we still be talking here?"

"Ah? We're not dead?"

Song Rushuang was quite helpless:

"How about you pinch yourself and see if it hurts?"

Xi Yan did as she was told, and then cried out:

"It hurts! Sister, are we really not dead?!"

Xiyan couldn't believe that they were actually safe and sound after jumping from such a high place.

Ah, Song Rushuang’s condition cannot be said to be safe and sound.

She was just lying there flat on the ground, and she couldn't even be touched.

A huge panic ensued. Xi Yan didn't know what happened to Song Rushuang, but the situation was definitely not any better.

"Sister, your body..."

Song Rushuang blinked less and less frequently, and more and more slowly.

She heard herself say to Xi Yan:

"Xiao Yan, you, you have to take good care of yourself..."

She lost her voice while speaking, which frightened Xi Yan. She immediately burst into tears and shouted:

"Sister, you can't die!"

He didn't care whether Song Rushuang could be touched or not, and almost shook Song Rushuang's brains.

Song Rushuang was just about to say something to comfort the child, but Xi Yan followed up with:

"My brother is only twenty years old, he can't be a widow now!"

“…”

In a place that Xi Yan didn't notice, the corners of Song Rushuang's mouth twitched slightly.

"Xiao Ai, what are you waiting for? Why don't you return this lark to his brother quickly?!"