"Though you may be a bit ugly and a bit foolish, you are the son of the prime minister. By marrying you, I will have no worries about food in the future.",Yún Chū sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the frame of the thatched roof hut. Watching raindrops fall one by one onto the earth, he pondered what had just happened.,If you can be sure that you are already dead, the bullet hit the center of your heart, it is impossible to survive, so... you should be dead. As for why you are still alive, it remains a mystery.。