That night, Wei Zhijuan lay down in Xian Yijun's arms. Her head rested on his chest as she listened to his steady, strong heartbeat.
Closing her eyes, she hugged his waist and said softly, "Are you really not planning to go back to China again? No matter what, the Xian Family is still your family, and Sister Ruolan is still your beloved sister. Back then, I was just speaking out of anger. I had no intention of isolating you from everything."
Xian Yijun patted her head gently. "It doesn't go that far; it's just that there's nothing worth it for me to miss in China. At least there are still two of my little nephews in the Xian Family. One day, our child will play together with them. After all, they are cousins, so how could we not see them for the rest of my life?"
