On the verge of widowhood

Before Bai Qing could ask, he was kissed.

Bai Zi clasped his waist and gently rubbed his lips with his lips. Before Bai Qing could close his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and pushed Bai Zi away to look down at his heart.

As if the chest was opened and the heart was pierced by a needle, Bai Qing bowed and pressed his heart to breathe heavily, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead: "It's... what..."

Bai Zi supported him distressedly: "Just bear with it."

Bai Qing watched in pain as a golden thread slowly grew out of his heart, and Bai Zi's heart slowly intertwined in mid-air to form a beautiful bow, and then disappeared.

The pain in his heart disappeared instantly, and if it wasn't for the cold sweat on Bai Qing's forehead, he would almost have thought it was his own illusion.

Bai Zi reached out to wipe off the fine cold sweat on his forehead, hugged him and sat down on the sofa: "It's okay."