This was the first time that Mu Ling had admitted his mistake.
Unfortunately, it was already too late...
Her broken heart had already been riddled with hundreds of holes. It was not easy to fix it, so naturally, she would not allow anyone to hurt her heart again.
***
The storm of war had cleared.
Dawn was approaching, and the fish-belly white of early dawn gradually appeared, dispelling the haze in the sky.
"Yan'er, it's over."
Feng Tianyu held Nalan Yan's hand and said in a warm voice.
Initially, they had thought that they would die at this time.
But now, it was all over...
Their daughter had become a great and powerful woman, sufficient to make them rejoice.
However, no matter how excellent or strong his daughter was, she would still be the one who needed to rely on him.
As it was before.
