Chu lui held Xia ruoxin's hand tightly again. At that moment, other than being alone in his heart, all he felt about the past was gratitude and gratitude. He never thought that one day, in his lifetime, he would hold her hand again. This was the little bride he had decided on when he was five years old. Even though he had gone through so much, even though it had been more than twenty years, he had still found her after so many twists and turns.
Although he was still working hard, at least he still had a chance. They were not separated by life or death.
The corners of his eyes were slightly red, but his thin lips were raised into a very pure arc.