Ji Yanchen had spent ten years loving Ye Li. If it were possible to let go, he would have done so long ago and would not have sunk deeper and deeper into it. Now, without Ye Li, Ji Yanchen would no longer be Ji Yanchen.
"She is my wife, and it's only right that I love and protect her," regardless of the promises between them, but simply because of deep love.
Elder Master Ji looked at his grandson in front of him, with countless words he wanted to say, but in the end, he just sighed softly, "That's good."
Elder Master Ji closed his eyes, still feeling very drowsy, "Indeed, I am getting old, not as energetic as before. Grandpa will sleep a bit more, tell Ali not to fuss over me."
"Okay, you rest well," Ji Yanchen waited until Elder Master Ji fell asleep before he left the ward.
Outside, Ye Li stood quietly, her little face stained with tear tracks, not knowing how much she had overheard.
