Xiao Qian felt that she was definitely different from her past life, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly how. It was just a gut feeling.
But when Yu Minglang's hand intertwined with hers, their fingers locked tightly together, and they stood in front of the hero's tombstone, witnessing a farewell of love and responsibility, life and death, Xiao Qian understood.
"Actually, I can live without you."
"Hey!" What happened to making a vow?
"But having you in my life would make it more peaceful."
The quality of life could never be the same.
Xiao Qian's life was filled with various things; she wanted to reach the peak in her career and defend her family with her own efforts. But no matter who she was or what position she held, there was always a place in her heart reserved for him.
Without him, it wouldn't be complete.
Two hands, one large and one small, black and white, clenched tightly against the backdrop of Lone Wolf's photo.
