Lu Chang'sheng finally saw the anxiety swirling in the woman's heart, which brought him back to that moment long ago, when he'd first set out from Zhao Family Village on an unknown journey.
But back then, the young girl was much quieter than she was now, standing outside the crowd in silence, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion and despair.
His heart was suddenly pricked with pain, and a flood of words surged up inside him, but they were already so close and accustomed to each other's presence that all those sticky-sweet lines sounded childish the moment they reached his lips.
In the end, Lu Chang'sheng just gave a little smile, saying in his usual casual tone, "Nangua, spend the rest of your life with me, okay?"
Lu Heitu's face was full of disappointment. She thought she should have talked to her second brother earlier, maybe asked how to actually say something that would make a woman happy.
