"I was the Saintess of a Hidden Holy Race, bearing a mission from birth, with an arranged marriage set since I was young."
"They're coming to take me back tomorrow, and if I don't leave ahead of time, there's no way they'd just let me marry you—hell, to protect my reputation, they might even wipe you out."
"If I could, I'd love to stay with you every single day, just wrapped up together all the time."
Ziran, after a silent minute of sobbing, explained with utter despair.
Xiao Ye suddenly understood, *so Ziran had only left to protect him!*
*His anger faded, a wave of bittersweet pain washing over him. All these injustices, all these challenges—Ziran had carried them alone. They were already man and wife; this should be something for both of them to bear, but she'd shouldered it alone.*
Xiao Ye patted her back and tried to comfort her, saying, "Don't worry, they can't kill me,"
