Li Qingshen's face flushed with a hint of dark red. A man who has always been calm and composed, yet at this moment, looked like an impatient little boy.
He held the small hand placed in his palm with a reverse grip, slightly lifted his eyes to look at Ling Momo, blinking, with waves of joy hidden in his eyes, rolling and surging like tides. He was still excited at this moment, looking at her, unable to help but grin like a child. He felt his heartbeat extraordinarily fast, and after a long time, he finally fixed his gaze on her and said, "Momo... I told you, my wish will come true, a lovely wife by my side, children all around."
Ling Momo didn't make a sound. She lay on the bed, merely clutching the large hand holding hers slightly harder, and couldn't help but once again replay the scenes Li Qingshen had once depicted to her in her mind.
