"I love you so much,"
"even though I still don't know your name."
Time shuttled, memory rewound.
Images from ten years ago and today overlapped.
The lonely boy who once snatched his life back from King Yama stood at the edge of the village looking back before he left, silently thinking:
If she came, he would be willing to take her with him.
He would grow stronger, protect her under his wings for a lifetime, shield her from shock, from bitterness, from a lack of support.
Lu Fengxuan was completely scorched by the warmth of his fingers, her heartbeat pounding loudly.
"You finally realize how much of a tease you are? Trying to get a romantic word out of you is too hard," she teased on purpose.
Yu Chiyin's distant thoughts were pulled back as he fixed his deep gaze on her face, unblinking.
Even though several years had slipped by, fortunately, after all the twists and turns, he still married her.
She was the woman he loved, his wife.
