Deep affection, mutual love.
Zheng Nianru didn't rush to speak but merely watched Zheng Congyuan quietly, who was sitting in front of her. Even though she had lived through two lifetimes and so much had happened, Zheng Nianru's thoughts had become increasingly firm—her only regret was Zheng Congyuan.
Without Zheng Congyuan, everything else seemed meaningless. Yes, meaningless; she had experienced that feeling before—as if not truly alive, as if plunging into icy cold waters.
Zheng Congyuan was like that beam of light piercing through the water's surface, just as he was the first time he came into her sight, dazzlingly bright, her all-encompassing light.
