But the next second, he clutched his chest again, the crazed fury in his expression melting into tenderness and sorrow. He shook his head and argued back, "I don't care how powerful that strength is, I just want to stay by her side. That's the life I truly want!"
"You—"
Liu Ye looked like he was about to be driven to death by rage, so angry he couldn't even string a full sentence together.
The two of them kept wrestling back and forth for control of the body—one moment deranged and violent, the next gentle and grief‑stricken. In the eyes of outsiders, it was like he'd come down with schizophrenia, cursing himself out, with his left and right hands both itching to throw punches.
Shen Tang was stunned by the scene too; she hadn't expected things to spiral into this.
At least she knew what was really going on. The Sea Beastmen who didn't know the truth weren't so lucky.
They stared, dumbstruck, as Your Majesty's left and right brains went to war, like he'd gone completely mad.
