Outside, just as his voice fell, the sound of the bell ringer's gong echoed.
Yun Chunnuan curved her lips into a smile, actually wanting to tell this man that age follows the birthday; this body of hers wouldn't be a year older for another five months.
But, this is ancient times, and passing the New Year means advancing a year.
She planted a kiss on the man's lips, "Happy New Year, my husband. Will we be together like this every year from now on?"
At these words, Yelyu Lie suddenly found himself unable to respond.
Things like war, no one can control.
Back then, he was often on the battlefield, sometimes unable to return for two or three years.
It's just that in the past two years, Bianliao has gradually grown stronger, and with fewer tensions in war, he has had the opportunity to come back.
His little beloved seemed to know his concerns, softly comforting him, "I know there may be wars, but beyond that, you must accompany me, guard me, be with me year after year, okay?"
