Only by loving Su Muyao wholeheartedly, doing more for her, did he feel that the love in his heart could pour out.
This moment, Jing Chu seemed to reveal the vulnerability of his youth once again.
Back then, he was very afraid she'd leave, always showing signs of unease.
Ten thousand years had passed, he'd long grown mature, becoming elegant, carefree, and steady.
But in his bones, he was still her Jing Chu.
He belonged only to her.
In the poetic and picturesque expression in his eyes, there was a cool and unruly aura, his brows and eyes dazzling and radiant.
Seeing such an expression, Su Muyao seemed to be pulled into those times in an instant.
Her heart suddenly softened.
"Okay, do whatever you want."
"Just, Jing Chu, tell me if you ever need something from me."
"I want to do something for you too."
Jing Chu's eyelashes trembled slightly, he lowered his head a bit, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
