Silly girl, am I really worth waiting for like this? Luo Chao cried out in his heart. He wanted to embrace this devoted girl, but he dared not. He had experienced too much—merciless slaughter, the tragic death of comrades, his hands stained with blood. Luo Chao did not want to return to the past, to that pure era, to possess a woman like Shen Birong, pure and flawless. He feared contaminating her.
Luo Chao turned his head away, pretending he hadn't seen her, his clenched fists almost digging blood from his own palms.
Just as Luo Chao was about to leave, Shen Birong quickly approached, holding a pencil knife in her hand. She crouched down and gently carved on the tree.
"Luo Chao, just as I feared most, even if we truly meet again, you are married. I am unwilling, I am really unwilling, but what can I do? Should I tear your family apart? I can't! Yet I don't regret waiting for you all these years. I am willing to keep myself for you, until the end of my life."
