The words of Shu Qiang reminded Long Chengyu of the misfortunes that had befallen her not long ago, when he had returned from a mission. He too had felt a certain gravity at that time.
"Ever since you wrote to me about your marriage engagement with her, I've been convinced that in this life, she is yours."
When Shu Qiang spoke these words, his eyes were filled with gentleness and kindness—
The noble and handsome man sitting before him was not only an admirable and proud subordinate, he was his niece's husband-to-be. This realization suddenly filled him with satisfaction, at least he need not worry about Yimo anymore, and he could make amends for his sister's misfortune.
"Thank you."
At this point, Long Chengyu didn't quite know what to say, as a hint of a smile appeared on his quiet and handsome face, yet within that smile, there seemed to be a trace of melancholy.
