He couldn't imagine his life without her anymore.
At the same time, deep down he always felt fortunate that the one he was to marry was her.
He was even more grateful that, once upon a time, fearing she would leave, he managed to keep her with a "marriage agreement."
Maybe at that time, deep down, he had a vague feeling—if he didn't take action, this girl would not agree to continue the arranged marriage with him.
As long as the name of "husband and wife" existed.
There would be ample time.
His patience was always more than enough.
...
Ye Liangyan finished today's heat treatment, put away the heating pad, and let his leg down.
Suddenly, a cup of hot tea appeared before her.
"Here, drink some tea," the man said with his slender fingers holding the teacup, a warm smile on his face, "You must be tired, rest for a while."
Ye Liangyan glanced at him a bit oddly.
Ultimately, she couldn't decline his kindness, plus she was indeed a bit thirsty.
