From childhood's braided tassels to meeting on the battlefield, from soul dissipating to reincarnation, it was altogether twelve thousand years. Over those ten thousand years, Yan Ye had traversed countless times and spaces, landed on numerous planes, all for the sole purpose of finding her, waiting for her return, yet never daring to hope to hear the word "love" from her lips!
But today, before the entire population of the Central Continent, Beiting Huang declared to all that he, Yan Ye, was her, Beiting Huang's, beloved!
"Huang'er, are you serious? Am I really your beloved?" Yan Ye, like a child, at that moment, unconsciously melted the frost at the corners of his eyes and brows, the blackness in his eyes gradually took on a purplish hue, and the dark purple became brighter. He held Beiting Huang's shoulders with both hands, eagerly waiting for confirmation from him once more.
