Wen Liujing held Xia Enjing in his arms, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
The person he loved the most was Ye Qingci.
There was no doubt about it.
Without Ye Qingci, there would be no Wen Liujing today.
Ye Qingci not only saved his person but also his heart.
If it weren't for the fear of seeing Ye Qingci look at him with disappointment.
If it weren't for wanting to prove himself to Ye Qingci, to let her know that he, Wen Liujing, was also a strong and capable man.
That he, Wen Liujing, could also make her proud, could also achieve great things, protect her, and let her rely on him.
If it weren't for holding onto this belief, gritting his teeth, and enduring all the way, he would definitely not be the Wen Liujing he is today.
He would have long been consumed by hatred, turned mad, his hands stained with blood, neither human nor ghost.
His greatest wish in life was to marry Ye Qingci and love her for a lifetime, letting her live the happiest and most beautiful days.
