With that thought, it seemed to be the case.
He then hugged her even tighter.
"Yes!"
After a long pause, he spoke slowly, "Manxue, thank you!"
His voice was deep, carrying a hint of suppressed emotion. Word by word, it struck her tender heart, moving her deeply.
Ni Manxue nestled comfortably in his embrace, her expression slightly petulant.
"Husband, it's getting late; you should sleep now. You have duty tomorrow!"
"Mhm!" Xia Tingfeng responded lightly.
The night passed without another word.
The next morning, Xia Tingfeng, as usual, rose, put on his official cap, and dressed. He had his meal, girded his sword, and rode out.
Ni Manxue, as usual, saw him to the second gate.
He held her shoulder, reluctant to let go for a long time. In the end, however, he said nothing and left with great strides, never looking back.
The moment he turned, the smile on Ni Manxue's face vanished. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she wept uncontrollably against the doorframe.
"Husband!"
