Nianyang was probing, testing this man's capacity for acceptance; if he couldn't accept even this, there was no way he'd accept her being a reborn person.
If so, she would have to reconsider her plans to be with him.
Listening to Nianyang's words, Li Tingyan slowly let go of her, lowering his head to meet her eyes.
The two locked eyes, both silent for a moment, and just when Nianyang thought he would back down, Li Tingyan suddenly raised his hand, gently ruffling her hair.
Nianyang's heart raced, as if anticipating something, yet she couldn't put it into words.
Suddenly, her forehead was flicked lightly by Tingyan's finger, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
"Why did you hit me?"
Nianyang widened her eyes in a daze, rubbing her forehead.
Li Tingyan tugged at the braid at the back of the girl's head, "Silly, I've been lonely for over twenty years, and I've finally found you, my wife. I can't even cherish you enough, how could I regret it? I only regret not meeting you sooner!"
