The two families join forces, while ties left behind by the previous generation intertwine silently like red threads of fate.
The debt of gratitude from the bombing and a long-standing love are hard to tell apart.
"He Dingding, are you happy?"
"Are you happy with things the way they are now?"
Yin Chu's expression was utterly cold.
"I've never regretted it," Dingding said from her hospital bed.
Time passed. Layer upon layer of affection and old ties piled up like a mountain, until earth and stone, mud and ash could no longer be distinguished.
The red threads merged into blood.
"Are you happy? Being with me, becoming one of the Chi family?"
Dingding's expression was calm. The setting sun cast an orange glow over her face, and a thin sheen of tears glimmered in her eyes.
"I am."
Different paths, same destination.
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