After the embrace, Luo Zhiyong held Fang Pingying in his arms, resting his head near her ear, exhaled lightly, and said with deep emotion, "Pingying, what did I do to deserve marrying you in this lifetime."
Fang Pingying chuckled softly, reaching out to hug Luo Zhiyong back. Although she didn't speak, her heart felt as sweet as honey. She was very grateful that after experiencing so many things, they could still be together.
They seem to have found their lifelong companion.
After the warmth, some harsh realities still needed to be faced and dealt with.
Fang Pingying thought of Luo Zhiyong's biological mother, who might or might not still be alive, and asked him, "How do you plan to handle this? Have you thought about finding your biological mother to see what kind of person she really is?"
Actually, Fang Pingying was very curious to see what kind of woman she was, who dared to do such astonishing things in those days.
