Hearing the heartache in Cheng Su's tone, Qi Taiguo felt both sour and swollen inside, and directly pulled her head down to kiss her lips.
After the kiss, he looked at her and said, "It doesn't hurt. As long as I think of you, it doesn't hurt."
Cheng Su gave him a playful look, and seeing that scar again, she wondered what he had gone through at the time. These scars all represented his achievements; nothing could be more convincing than that.
So, while others envied his rapid rise to his position at a young age, how could they know that he exchanged it with his life?
"I'm serious," Qi Taiguo said, "Whenever I think of you, I feel that all the suffering and hardship are nothing."
He wasn't lying to comfort her. Thinking of her, their family, and their yet-to-be-seen child, he didn't feel the pain, and he was willing to fight for it.
"I believe you." Cheng Su rubbed her cheek against his.
Qi Taiguo then said, "Lie down and talk with me."
"Okay." Cheng Su obediently lay down.
