At this moment, his heart was truly a complex mix of emotions.
Yet, despite all the emotions, Jun Moyan couldn't deny that right now, he was more happy and excited than anything else.
However, just the thought that Wen Xiao'ai couldn't marry him in the future, that he couldn't be with her, and that she might even marry Ye Qi, weighed heavily on Jun Moyan like a stone, making him hate himself for what he did last night.
"...Xiaoguai."
He grasped the small half-clenched fist on his chest and wrapped it within his large hand.
He lowered his head and kissed her small hand, then kissed Wen Xiao'ai's face.
A smile spread across his lips, and Jun Moyan hugged Wen Xiao'ai tightly, forcing himself not to think about what comes next.
He only wanted to savor the happiness of the moment.
He was selfish, reckless for once.
No matter what happens later, right now they belonged only to each other.
"Jun Moyan..."
"Mm, I'm here." He responded but didn't release her.
