Yang Shu opened the envelope shakily, and after reading the words on it, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Brother Yang, I think I still can't stand an ordinary life. I'm so sorry for disturbing your life.
"Impossible, I don't believe it. How could someone with heterochromia say that? You must be lying to me." Yang Shu stood up and punched Chang Yan directly.
"Hey, Yang Shu, what are you doing? You can't even recognize your wife's handwriting? If you ask me, there are plenty of beautiful women out there. You're a grown man with a dignified appearance; there's no need for you to hang yourself over a single flower."
Li Muge helped Changyan up, and Changyan covered his mouth with a wronged expression.
Yang Shu gripped the letter tightly in his hand: "No, impossible, I don't believe it." He then spat out a mouthful of blood, and Li Muge quickly released Chang Yan to help Yang Shu up.
Changyan sighed: "What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"
"By the way, I need to write this down; it can be turned into a melody later."
Chang Yan flipped his hand, and instantly a notebook and a pen appeared.
Li Muge was so angry that she felt the sky had suddenly darkened: "Chang Yan, you still remember this at a time like this? Hurry up and help find a doctor for Yang Shu."
"Ah, okay, Ye Luo, don't be angry." Chang Yan immediately knew what was good for him and carried Yang Shu away.
The doctor came to examine him, shook his head, and said to Changyan earnestly, "Make sure he eats and drinks well from now on."
"What?" Li Muge spat out a mouthful of tea, and Changyan quickly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe Li Muge's mouth.
"Get away from me!" Li Muge quickly got up: "Doctor, what's wrong with Yang Shu? Stop beating around the bush."
The doctor shook his head: "Heartache has always been the hardest disease to cure. Young Master Yang is suffering from lovesickness. If it is not treated in time, he will probably meet the King of Hell sooner or later."
"Lovesickness, this is troublesome." Li Muge was caught in a dilemma.
Regarding Yang Shu's illness.
She had a serious disagreement with Changyan.
Li Muge pondered for a moment and decided that this was no big deal. He could just give Yang Shu the potion of forgetfulness, which would save him the trouble.
The woman with heterochromia will probably thank her.
Changyan wanted to treat Yang Shu's illness and arrange for Yang Shu to meet the woman with heterochromia.
Li Muge said with a stern face: "Changyan, have you considered the bigger picture? The woman with heterochromia is doing this in the hope that Yang Shu will give up."
"One of them is a demon and the other is a human; there's simply no possibility between them."
"My opinion is that it's better to have a short pain than a long one. Just give us the potion of forgetfulness. If one bottle doesn't work, we'll give us two."
"No, Ye Luo, have you even respected Yang Shu's opinion?"
Chang Yan held an opposing view.
"So what? I'll talk to him nicely now, 'Brother Yang, I'm going to make you forget the person you like. Do you agree?'"
"Would you agree if you were in that situation? You're an idiot!"
Li Muge sat on the table, fuming. Seeing that Li Muge seemed genuinely angry, Chang Yan quickly softened his tone.
"Ye Luo, I just think that since Yang Shu can be so lovesick for someone with heterochromia, he must be deeply in love to do so. We shouldn't deprive him of his right to love."
"What's wrong with mortals? Mortals are still human beings, they also have thoughts. Their lives are at most a hundred years, which is why they are all the more precious."
“Yes!” Li Muge said with a forced smile, “I’m just a mortal too, and my time is precious too. So let me go.”
She pointed to the rope in her hand, and Changyan shook his head: "According to my sixth sense, Ye Luo, you definitely have the potential to become an immortal."
"Becoming an immortal." Li Muge smiled. "What's so good about becoming an immortal? Once you become an immortal, you'll be bound by strict rules and regulations. What's so good about that?"
“You don’t want to become an immortal because of the rules, it’s okay.” Changyan said seriously, “Ye Luo, I know a friend who has a very high status.”
"If you become an immortal, he will definitely protect you and let you roam freely in the immortal realm, where no one will dare to interfere with you."
After Chang Yan finished speaking, Li Muge's eyes held a meaningful look.
"Oh, I know, Changyan, you must be a double agent, otherwise why would you claim to be a demon and say you have a friend in the immortal realm?"
Changyan thought for a moment, his eyes serious: "As the saying goes, having many friends means having many connections."
"Is my friend really that strange?"
Just as Li Muge was about to press for more information, Yang Shu woke up and, upon seeing Chang Yan, coughed up another mouthful of blood.
"Oh no, he might misunderstand your relationship with the heterochromatic eyes."
Changyan has an air of nobility about him.
Li Muge put herself in Yang Shu's shoes and concluded that if she were Yang Shu, she would inevitably have many thoughts about it.
Seeing that Yang Shu knew a little about music theory, Chang Yan became more lenient with him.
"Brother Yang Shu, you're awake."
"Get out! I'm not your older brother! You're dreaming!" Yang Shu spat out another mouthful of blood.
He just had a dream that this guy married a girl with heterochromia, and they got married and had children.
When Yang Shu saw it, his heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles.
My heart aches beyond measure.
Li Muge walked to Yang Shu's side: "Young Master Yang, you have misunderstood. Changyan has nothing to do with Yitong. He is my husband."
“I am friends with heterochromia, and this letter was given to me by her on her behalf.”
Li Muge came up with this reason because she didn't want to provoke Yang Shu, lest she anger him to death.
I've heard that lovesickness, when it gets serious, is beyond the reach of medicine.
Chang Yan blushed instantly. Was Ye Luo taking advantage of him? But why wasn't he angry? Instead, a ripple of emotion stirred within him.
"I see." Yang Shu felt a little better: "Actually, if Hei Tong really doesn't want to be with me, it's not that I'm unwilling to accept it."
“But girl, I know perfectly well that Hei Tong loves me. How could she do this? This is too abnormal.”
"I'm afraid she'll be in danger."
Li Muge was moved by Yang Shu's feelings for Yi Tong: "She is quite safe now. If you really like Yi Tong, then you should live a good life so that she can feel at ease."
Li Muge knew that Yang Shu's heterochromatic eyes could perceive everything that happened in the world.
“I understand what you’re saying, girl. My reason tells me to live a good life, but my heart is out of control. Girl, could you please deliver a letter to Heterophora for me?”
Li Muge nodded.
Take Changyan out, giving Yang Shu some space to calm down.
A moment later.
Yang Shu opened the door and handed the envelope to Li Muge: "Thank you, young lady."
Li Muge nodded: "It's alright, take good care of yourself."
"I will." Yang Shu looked weak. Li Muge was worried, so she gave Yang Shu some medicine to nourish his spirit before leaving with peace of mind.
Her main concern was what to do if, when she and Changyan returned, they found Yang Shu's corpse instead of him.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Changyan shook his head: "These mortals really know how to have fun, even writing a letter in blood."
"Ye Luo, by the way, I haven't asked you if you're married yet?"
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