"Where has there been a woman who despises her own man? As long as you don't regret it," Chenyu whispered gently.
Song Cheng said, "I would only regret if I split myself thin, putting you, Jia, Ying, and the vast An Family in jeopardy."
Life always requires choices.
"To be a fearless hero or a cautious man who protects his family, I choose the latter."
An Chenyu scolded playfully, "What kind of comparison is that? You are my hero."
She hugged the young man tightly, pressing against his clothes, and then gently placed his palm on her other cheek.
The night was hazy, filled with swirling snow.
The familiar layout of the courtyard, outlined like an ink sketch, gave him a sense of belonging and tranquility.
And thinking that although there was the Ghost Tide, the situation had momentarily calmed, offering a good chance to catch one's breath, and having a child now seemed quite right. This peace of mind then doubled.
The two remained silently close.