He hadn't gone back on his word. He only made one request.
He wanted to become Lu Xia's main husband in the most perfect state, because she deserved the best.
"Graces, even if you weren't perfect, you could still be my main husband. I've never thought you were any less than anyone else."
Graces leaned in and kissed Lu Xia's cheek. "I know, Xiaxia. You're always on my side. But I'm the one who wants to stand before you in my best possible state, so don't hesitate."
As soon as he finished speaking, Graces grasped Lu Xia's wrist and pushed the fluid from the syringe into his body.
It would take some time for the drug to take effect. Graces stroked Lu Xia's head, his eyes full of tenderness. "Go outside, Xiaxia. Don't stay in here."
He didn't know what this concoction would bring, and he didn't want Lu Xia to suffer any harm—not even harm caused by him.
