"I also don't like," Ye Ling said calmly. He lowered his eyes slightly. Not knowing what he was thinking, Shen Qianshu walked around him and stood in front of him. Ye Ling frowned, pulled her, and left the side of the window.
"Master, are you unhappy in the Ye Family?"
"Uh huh."
Shen Qianshu held his hand and smiled. "It's alright. You were not happy in the first 27 years, but in the last 72 years, you will be very happy."
"Why is it so?"
"Because there is me." Shen Qianshu smiled and looked at him. She was so confident that she seemed shameless.
Ye Ling was startled, and he narrowed his eyes. "You will accompany me for 72 years?"
This was a lifelong promise.
Ye Ling felt a gush of warmth in his heart and stared fixedly at her eyes. Does she know what she is saying?
His illness was like a time bomb; even he himself was not sure when it would explode.
