"Silly girl, stop crying. You're going to make yourself ugly."
Zhao Dong tenderly wiped the tears from the corners of Lin Qingyun's eyes and comforted her, "Qingyun, believe me. Please, believe me. We've been through so much together, and we've always made it through."
"Wasn't Hong Wu powerful? But what happened in the end? He still died at my hands. All the trials we're facing now are just paving the way for our future happiness."
"Believe me, I will not let you marry Xiao Hongtian. I will not let the Lin Family come to harm. And I will make you my woman! We're definitely going to live happily together!"
Zhao Dong spoke with unwavering determination, his gaze as sharp as a sword, as resolute as iron.
"Zhao Dong..."
Lin Qingyun's tears stopped. As she looked at Zhao Dong's resolute face, an inexplicable feeling surged within her heart—something she could only identify as confidence.
"Believe me," Zhao Dong repeated, lowering his head to gently kiss her forehead.
