"Brother Ziyi!"
Qin Qingqing choked up as she softly called out to the man in front of her.
Her whole heart was filled with an indescribable emotion.
She couldn't tell if she felt more moved, sweet, or sad.
The only thing she knew for sure was that she was overwhelmed.
She thought that after the day he angrily turned away, throwing down those decisive words, he would never love her or want her again.
And because she caused her mother's death and "lost" him, she was sad and upset every day, eventually having to see a psychologist.
She never imagined he knew everything.
No wonder sometimes it felt like he was right beside her, yet she couldn't see him, leading her to believe it was a hallucination caused by her deep longing.
"I'm here."
The man's deep voice rang in her ears, firm yet gentle.
With a familiar, bone-deep masculine presence.
Qin Qingqing promised word by word, "Unless I die, I will never leave you again."
"Even if you die, I won't let you go."
