Half of Jingsheng Was Mine!
Editor: Henyee Translations
Seeing this skinny silhouette standing in front of him, Jing Yichen felt his heart full of warmth. His anger and pain disappeared when he saw her.
No one had ever wanted to stand in front of him without hesitation like this and protect him with her fragile and soft wings.
He was also a human and also had moments of weakness. But he had forgotten what being weak felt like, because he had tried so hard to keep what belonged to him and to fight against the pressure and the trouble from outside. He had not allowed himself to be weak in a long time.
When Shangguan Ning stood with her back facing him, he felt protected and deeply loved.
He was only three years old when Zhao Qing had died. He was innocent and ignorant. He had even forgotten his mother's face. But he still remembered how it felt like to be protected and loved by her.
The feeling Shangguan Ning gave him today, was exactly the same as how he remembered. It was a wonderful feeling of security.