What more could he say when things had come to this point?
Yelu Yan planted a kiss on Li Xianyun's hair, "Xianxian, you're going to the southeastern checkpoint, and we have a stretch of road that coincides, let's travel together."
To be able to stay with Li Xianyun even a moment longer was a moment treasured.
Nestled in Yelu Yan's broad embrace, Li Xianyun said coquettishly, "Husband, you are the best."
Yet such tender words failed to comfort Yelu Yan, who was tightly ensnared by the dense gloom of parting.
His woman was about to be apart from him for some time again.
But she was so delicate and pitiable, so small and helpless; what if she encountered danger without him by her side?
With this thought, his sword-like brows knotted into a tight lump.
After bathing and dressing, the two returned to the inner chamber of the main building.
Li Xianyun headed straight for the medicine chest, taking out the drugs used to treat the plague.