Li Chengyun's heart softened, and he reached out to gently caress her hair, whispering softly, "It's all my fault, I arrived too late and caused you to suffer."
He had once said, "As long as I'm here!" But when she was in her most difficult moment, with her life hanging by a thread, he was absent! In this world, he could lose everything, but he could not lose her!
Realizing this, Li Chengyun held onto Yu Jingrong's hand even tighter.
Yu Jingrong held his hand to her face, greedily sniffing the familiar warm scent of his body, and hoarsely said, trying to suppress the sobs in her voice, "How could I possibly blame you? All I kept thinking was whether I was about to die, and if that were true, if I could see you one last time."
Li Chengyun bent his head down, his breath drew near, tenderly yet dominantly caressing the corners of her mouth, and hoarsely said, "Rest assured, it won't happen again, never again…"