Hearing Rose's deeply affectionate words, Lu Tianxing was momentarily at a loss for words. He knew that Rose loved him, but he had never imagined she would love him so profoundly that she was even willing to become a demoness scorned by thousands just for his sake.
This love was too heavy, as weighty as Mount Tai, pressing down heavily on his heart.
Rose, just like Lin Qianru, loved in a humble way. They did not need their man to stay by their side all the time, nor did they need him to constantly think about them. They only hoped that their man would live a safe and peaceful life, which was enough for them.
Seeing the weariness behind Rose's makeup, Lu Tianxing felt a pang of heartache. His fingers gently caressed Rose's alchemy tools. He could imagine how this woman had stayed up all night worried about him the night before.
"Rose, do I deserve such tremendous efforts from you?"
