"Go ahead."
Jiang Nuan let out a long sigh, the heavy stone pressing on her chest fell away, yet she still warned him, "Once you've promised me, you can't back out..."
Fu Yi was eager to pry open her mind to see what was hidden inside, pursing his thin lips, his voice was low and hoarse, "When have I ever not fulfilled a promise to you? Every time I've promised you something, I've always seen it through."
It seemed to be true.
Even in those years when he didn't show he liked her, he kept his word just like he said; he never broke a promise.
Jiang Nuan recalled the past, and her expression softened. She took a deep breath and said, "Fu Yi, let's remarry."
Upon hearing this, the man sitting across from her went rigid, and for a moment Jiang Nuan suspected he would leave in anger.
His temple throbbed fiercely, and he remained silent for several seconds, until finally his dark eyes reflected her image.
