Xia Weibao could no longer hold back, her hands embracing his waist tightly.
Her head buried in his chest, she closed her eyes tightly, somewhat resigned.
She had surrendered.
She had struggled, resisted, tried, and fled, using every method possible to escape this man.
But all her efforts had failed.
She had surrendered, even though she tried so hard not to love him, she still fell into his tenderness.
Lu Hualiang held her tightly, with such force it seemed he wanted to fuse her into his marrow.
According to Greek mythology, a woman was a man's rib, and now his rib had finally been found.
Only with her present would his life be complete.
The moment he heard the villagers say she had caught the plague, his heart nearly stopped beating.
Without a second thought, he came to find her.
But when he saw her turn her back, he suddenly calmed down; no matter what, he would stay by her side.
After crying for a while in his arms, Xia Weibao stood up.
