Ji Anguo looked at Zheng Xuan wearing a pale face, “Axuan, how you feeling now?” Zheng Xuan shook his head, “Almost recovered.” Ji Anguo smiled, “You young people are always in hot pursuit of extreme excitement, and would die for love. Zheng Xuan, if you really die, however virtuous your future wife is, he’d be someone else’s then.” Zheng Xuan ...