Lu Mingyuan looked at the map with great satisfaction.
But he noticed that something was off about Yun Qinghe's mood.
After all these years of living together day in and day out, his bond with Yun Qinghe had grown incredibly deep. They could talk about anything.
Aside from not having a physical marital relationship, they were no different from a normal cohabiting couple.
He could sense even the slightest change in her state of mind.
Yun Qinghe said with a somewhat dazed expression, "Lu Mingyuan, do you think I'll die before you?"
"Why would you say that?" Lu Mingyuan found it baffling.
Yun Qinghe's gaze sharpened. "You're about to break through to the Middle Fifth Grade. And what about me?"
"I can only live as a Mortal in this world. I spend my days embroidering, reading storybooks, and strolling through the neighborhood. A life like this is certainly pleasant, but after a while, it becomes truly meaningless. Most importantly, how many years do I have left?"
