"Senior, I know, I know!" She had guessed it a long time ago, a man who didn't care about her background, didn't care about her past, and didn't even mind her appearance.
What else could it be, other than love?
Xing Yi grasped her hand tightly and said in a low voice, "Yixun, how I wish... how I wish to see you in a wedding dress for me, how I wish, someday, we could grow old together. But now, it seems, this wish cannot be fulfilled."
Lin Yixun shook her head vigorously, "No, Senior! I'm willing to marry you, I'm willing to be your wife!"
"It's so good... so good to hear you say it yourself." The man lifted his pale, handsome face into a weak smile, looked up at the sky, and said bitterly, "Unfortunately, I fear... I fear I will disappoint you."
"No, Xing Yi. You can't go back on your word, you promised me, you promised you would take care of me for the rest of my life!"
