For Ling Xiyan, there seemed to be endless undercurrents and whirlpools hidden around Pei Yanche, which was the most dangerous place for her. She gently pushed away his arms that were tightly wrapped around her. To her, that affection and persistence were neither what she desired nor what she valued. She didn't appreciate what Pei Yanche gave her, nor did she have any yearning for it.
Pei Yanche, who was pushed away, had a meaningful smile on his lips at this moment, with unquestionable determination in his voice: "Ling Xiyan, let me tell you, if you want to spend this life with him, it is simply a fantasy. You can only belong to me, and you are my Pei Yanche's woman. Whether you marry or not, you have to marry."
In her heart, Ling Xiyan only wanted the simple happiness of two people for the rest of her life. She did not want to be involved in the complicated emotional entanglements and worldly troubles. The only one she loved in her heart from beginning to end. She clearly remembered the red rope that tightly connected their hearts. It was their emotional bond, and even life and death could not cut it off. "Jiu Sheng, I'm here. I'm your wife. No matter life or death, we will stay with each other and never leave." Her voice was firm but gentle.
Intention: life and death, live by love.
