"Which woman would dislike her own man? As long as you don't regret it yourself," An Chenyu whispered.
Song Cheng said, "Being unable to be in two places at once, leaving you and Jia, Ying, and this vast An Family in danger, then I would regret it. Life always requires choices. Whether to be a hero who disregards everything or a coward who protects the family, I'll choose the latter."
An Chenyu teasingly said, "What kind of comparison is that? You are my hero."
She hugged the young man tighter, pressed against his clothes, and gently guided his hand to her other cheek.
The night was enchanting, and snowflakes filled the sky. The familiar courtyard layout, like an ink sketch, gave him a sense of belonging and peace.
Thinking about how, despite the current Ghost Tide, the situation had calmed a bit, it also seemed a good time for respite; this was a fine chance for starting a family. This peace of mind doubled again.
