"I do not fear death," Baili An said softly, "I am only afraid... that after marrying me, you will suffer grievances."
Such a light and gentle statement, devoid of weight, yet it made Yun Rong feel as if her heart had been struck heavily.
Looking at the refined features so close to her, her mind, for the first time, fell into a state of blank confusion, causing her to unconsciously bite her lip.
In this deep, long night, by the deserted lakeside, Yun Rong suddenly felt as if she was being spoiled by someone.
But he was her junior disciple, whom she had watched grow up since being born from Lady Ji's womb, every step of the way.
She was nearly sixty years older than him, old enough to be considered his grandmother in the Mortal World.
Even if married, deep in her heart, Yun Rong always treated him as a junior to be cared for.
Yet, at this moment, she unexpectedly found a trace of a husband's aura from him.
