"Brother, you really do love your sister-in-law," Zi Yun said after listening, first stunned, then showing a relieved smile. Love is not about grandiosity but about the constancy of gentle waters. It's not about clinging to the moment, but about focusing on eternity. Ye Shikai was willing to travel all the way to this forest in South America for something vaguely mentioned in ancient texts, mentally prepared to not return without the awakening fruit.
"Your sister-in-law got injured because of me, what's waiting another year?" Ye Shikai smiled faintly, his smile so carefree, as if waiting a year was like waiting a minute. In reality, if Su Qingyu did not wake up, there would be no meaning for Ye Shikai to be anywhere else. He did not consider himself a gentleman, yet he was a man of profound sentiments.
"Brother, your sister-in-law must be the happiest woman in the world." No sooner had Zi Yun finished speaking than Ye Shikai's smile suddenly dimmed.
