Heng Yi was shaken by Han Qiao's words.
No one had ever said these words to him, and no one had ever praised him.
No one had ever thought that he was a capable person.
When others talked about him, they all thought of him as Heng Yi, a stupid hunter who couldn't even speak. He only knew how to hunt, but he was useless. He hadn't married yet, so he was most likely going to be a bachelor for the rest of his life. When he got old, he wouldn't even have a place to shelter himself from the wind and rain. He would have to go out and beg for food.
"Sister Ah Qiao, thank you!"
"Thank you for coming to my side. Thank you for loving me."
Heng Yi's eyes turned red.
She almost cried.