Chapter 119 "Is that so?" he asked her.

She placed her fingertip onto Fu Chengzhou's palm and, guided by the memory Little Mobao had given her, began tracing lightly.

There really wasn't anything to it. Yet when her soft fingertip slid gently inside his palm, a very strange feeling began to arise.

Fu Chengzhou's palm was truly large. She could feel the lines in his palm with her fingers. She hadn't studied them, but she could sense that these were hands capable of overturning the heavens and earth, decisive in killing and sparing life.

And...

Once held by him, there was a profound sense of safety, one that felt eternal.

Li Xingwan once again felt regret on behalf of the original character. However, she had also seen some sayings that the more significant a person was, the harder it was for them to possess true sincerity.

Wondering if it was true or not.