"Xin'er, my greatest hope in this life is not to hold hands with you and see the world, but to take you around the world and comb your eyebrows and hair. Appreciate the picturesque mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and watch the wolf smoke and yellow sand in the desert."
"The power is in your hands. You are the king of the kingdom. You have everything you want. What else do you want?"
"I, want, you." His tone was firm and unquestionable, and he did not allow her to refute: "I want you, the only one in this world."
"Humph." Luo Qingxin snorted coldly, with a mocking smile on her cheeks. She looked at him contemptuously and slowly uttered four words: "You are not qualified."