Meng Yu said with a chuckle, yet his eyes held a hint of dimness.
The moment Little Swallow drew near him, his heart fluttered, he acted on impulse, and he even began to believe that he might just be able to lead a normal life.
Just like Little Swallow's parents, having a warm home, raising a few cats and dogs, living peacefully. Little Swallow would wait for him outside, and he, perhaps under some form of special pardon, could come out early. Then the two of them would live together and have a beautiful future.
A simple yet serene, warm, and happy life.
Last night, perhaps the girl was afraid he'd run away; when they slept, she held his hand, not letting him go. Watching her innocently endearing appearance, and that blissful smile, Meng Yu suddenly understood, how could it be possible?
