His journey of love was so fraught; during the best years of his life, he should have spent happy days with his wife and children, yet he was powerless, immersed in a world as dark and silent as if he were crippled.
Crystalline tears hung on Rong Shengsheng's eyelashes as she shook her head incessantly, crying that she didn't want to be with Li Jingming, her sobs heartbreakingly desolate.
Regrettably, Hanxian couldn't hear any of it....
Hanxian talked to himself, "As long as he's there to protect you, even if I were to die, I could rest assured."
"Li Jingming really isn't a bad person, you could try to get along with him, and you'll discover that he has many charming qualities," he said.
Hanxian and Li Jingming weren't much different in age, and they had contended with each other for many years; being part of one family, Hanxian understood him quite well.
He patted Rong Shengsheng's back, "Shengsheng, think it over carefully."
