The young girl's speaking tone carried a smile, but Xi Jiu couldn't muster one at all.
He had never felt as grateful to anyone as he did at this moment.
He was grateful to Grandpa Ruan and Grandma Ruan, grateful to Nie Beilou. If it weren't for them, Ruan Qi might not have been born safely, and he might never have met her.
Xi Jiu couldn't imagine a world without Ruan Qi.
Perhaps it would be like walking dead, empty and cold.
Xi Jiu closed his eyes, his heart filled with infinite fear. He tightened his embrace around the girl in his arms, gently planting kisses on the top of her head.
Ruan Qi felt the man's deep affection and tenderness. She comfortingly squeezed his arm and continued to narrate the events of nineteen years ago.
