She is not only more important to him than himself, she is more important than this world.
Even if it takes a lifetime, he wants to protect her.
Even after he dies, he will turn into an evil spirit, guarding her, protecting her.
Wen Xiao'ai reached out and wrapped her arms around Jun Moyan's neck, burying her small face in his neck, and spoke muffledly: "Jun Moyan, you must promise me, you must always be so good to me, don't ever leave me."
She has already become accustomed to his kindness and cannot part from him. If one day he suddenly wasn't there, she really would cry herself to death.
Jun Moyan held her back, facing similar questions many times before, but this time he answered exceptionally lightheartedly, without the slightest hesitation or various pressures.
"I promise you."
Deep into the night, although Wen Xiao'ai originally requested Jun Moyan to sleep on his stomach, accompanying him in the same position, she was now held in his arms.
