Ling Tianyu heard his wife's last words, looked up and smiled, saying, "Do your best, and leave the rest to fate."
"Yanran, in our previous life, did you believe in fate?"
"I did not." Duan Yanran shook her head and said, "I only know that whoever has the bigger fist is the boss, and they have the right to speak."
"But for this matter, it can only be like this."
"We have already conceded a lot. When have we ever conceded so much before at Emperor Mountain? Never."
"It's still the same saying, do your best, leave the rest to fate."
Duan Yanran looked up at her husband, the familiar, sharply defined face, gave him a gentle kiss, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said, "Husband, you've done a lot, sacrificed a lot for the bigger picture."
"Whether it succeeds or not depends on them."
Ling Tianyu smiled slightly and lowered his head to kiss her.
He and his wife hadn't been like this for a long time.
Duan Yanran enjoyed the strong arms of her man.
