Wen Jiao's tears fell gently with Shen Zhaoli's words.
Her voice became hoarse, and she spoke softly, "I'm afraid of selfless people, I'm afraid of parting in the name of love. Shen Zhaoli, I'm not an accomplished person. Even if I'm truly at a dead end, I feel that I should stay with the person I love most. Even if we hold each other back, we should stay together."
Shen Zhaoli held Wen Jiao, feeling her body heat, his tone more like a promise, "I promise, we'll burden each other for a lifetime."
Wen Jiao's heart swelled with an ineffable warmth spreading through her chest.
She lifted her face, hooked her arms around Shen Zhaoli's neck, and kissed him lightly.
"Shen Zhaoli." Wen Jiao said, "I can do it."
Shen Zhaoli's reasoning was stirred up and lost control due to the kiss, a vein throbbing on his forehead, he hoarsely said, "Aren't you nervous today?"
Wen Jiao turned over, sitting on top of Shen Zhaoli.
