Xiao Yao leaned into Leng Changrui's arms, speaking with equal parts seriousness and deep affection, "Okay, from now on, wherever Leng Changrui is, Xiao Yao will be there too. If one day, you return to Longteng, I will follow you back. Even if we can't return, I will wait for the next life, or the life after that. There will always be a lifetime when I can return to your side!"
"No! As long as Xiao Yao is somewhere, Leng Changrui will never go anywhere else but stay by Xiao Yao's side, protecting her, loving her, forever. I want to weather all storms with her and grow old together until we're both white-haired and wrinkly!" Leng Changrui declared with even firmer affection. How could he bear to have his junior sister experience the excruciating wait that he had gone through—that unbearable, gut-wrenching, heart-tearing wait? That taste, it was enough that he alone had endured it. All his junior sister needed was to be happy and blessed.
