"We won't divorce, ever. You promised me that." Lu Zhao's arms around her tightened, as if warning her not to leave.
"Of course, I won't leave you. I just want to know what your grandfather wants." Luo Ying's voice softened. She could sense Lu Zhao's anger.
After all, they had indeed promised not to divorce.
"I just want your family to acknowledge me," Luo Ying said in a low voice.
"You don't have to care about what they think. It doesn't matter. As long as you're with me, no one will dare to touch you." Lu Zhao reached out and ruffled Luo Ying's hair.
No one could separate him from Luo Ying, not even the old man.
If necessary, he didn't mind pointing his sword at his estranged, wretched family.
"I won't get a divorce with you, don't worry." Luo Ying comforted Lu Zhao. Lu Zhao nodded, and the two of them held each other with more strength.
