Love someone, climb a mountain, chase a dream. Why not be a little bolder?
“Xuan'er, do you know? The luckiest thing in my life was getting close to you. My greatest regret is that I never made it into your heart. In my next life, I'll reach you before anyone else!” Wen Fan gazed at Nangong Moxuan's slight figure. He still couldn't bear to leave, couldn't bear to let her suffer the hardships of this world.
“In this battle against life, loving him without hesitation was the bravest thing I've ever done!” Nangong Moxuan said softly. She knew Wen Fan worried about her, and she knew how he felt. She had tried to avoid those feelings ever since four years ago, but they still refused to fade. Now that she had returned, she couldn't give him any hope.
“Xuan'er, I can't pave ten miles of road with red silk for you, but I can fire a ten-mile salute in your honor.”
Leng Yinghao gently took Nangong Moxuan's hand and spoke with deep affection.
The tassels on her hairpin swayed softly, and her jade pendants chimed together. Suddenly, Nangong Moxuan threw her arms around Leng Yinghao and nestled into his embrace, unable to hold back.
“Yinghao, thank you. Thank you...”
