When Wen Qi was ten years old, Liu Mingyue pulled him out of the pile of dead people and protected him to return home safely through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
When Wen Qi turned eighteen, Liu Mingyue's fiancé sneered and threw a piece of paper at her feet: "A cripple with disabled legs is worthy of marrying into my family?"
Wen Qi raised the burning divorce document into the air, "This long night when the people in the city sleep peacefully is the peace that the general bought with half his life. Are you worthy of it?"
Liu Mingyue looked at the rage surging in his eyes, and recalled in a daze that the young child she had protected in her arms among the dead eight years ago had now become her armor.
"With my appearance, I shouldn't be a drag on the champion."
Wen Qi knelt upright and pressed her cold hand to his hot chest: "When you protected me from returning home safely eight years ago, were you afraid of being a drag? At that time, you used your flesh and blood to block arrows for me. Now all I ask for is you by my side. How can it be a drag?"
The moonlight on his fingertips was an ownerless thing, but he wanted to hold her in his palm.
Purpose: Companionship is the longest confession of love
