Standing before her, it was as if she was already in hell. Song Qingchun realized that hell was not as terrible as she thought; if anything, she felt a sense of belonging and peace, unlike earlier days when her mood would swing endlessly.
"You should give up approaching any girls, and I will not marry. Neither of us should force the other into doing things that we don't like. We'll stay in hell and watch each other's back, okay?"
Su Zhinian, how about I come down to hell to accompany you? We'll stay in hell and watch each other's back, okay?
These were such sad words, but they brought immediate warmth to Su Zhinian's black, frozen heart. Even his eyes had started to prickle with tears. He admitted readily, even in his dreams, he wished to hear such words.
