Xie Xun gently smoothed away all the anxiety, unease, and hesitation within Fengyu's heart. She had been probing, even prepared for the worst, yet was met with such tender words. Gazing into his familiar eyes, filled with deep love, attachment, and unwavering determination, Fengyu believed him—he truly was willing to forgo having descendants and grow old with her.
Tears streamed uncontrollably from Fengyu's eyes, the soft, bittersweet emotions spreading from the depths of her heart. Her eyes reddened as she tightly embraced the person in her arms. "I'm sorry, Zhixu…"
"Ayu… silly girl." Xie Xun, aching for her, wiped away her tears. He still couldn't bear to see her face stained with tear tracks, pained by the pressure Fengyu had endured. He wrapped an arm around her neck and gently kissed her tears away. "Don't cry, be good."
