Yan Xiaye didn't want to cry, but… she couldn't help it.
Glittering tears fell one by one, streaking down her fair and clean face, lodging themselves in Li Yuntang's heart.
Gently soothing the perplexed young woman, Li Yuntang leaned down and kissed the tip of her ear, "Xiaye, you are my lifelong endearing love."
Before he finished speaking, he lifted their interlaced fingers and waved them in front of her eyes, his handsome face full of intoxicating tenderness: "Hold my hand, and grow old with me. Even if you want to back out, it's too late."
Listening, Yan Xiaye couldn't help but break into a smile through her tears.
She thought that regardless of whether she could finally marry Li Yuntang, she had already felt his truest intentions.
Hold my hand, and grow old with me.
In this bustling and noisy era, apart from her, it was probably unimaginable to anyone else that a man as deeply scheming as Li Yuntang would believe in promises and vows of forever.
