The golden crow descends in the west, the horizon painted with crimson clouds like a fiery blaze, the orange glow of the sunset outlining their slender silhouettes.
Ying Cenchuan halted for a moment, raised his gaze towards that orange light, warmth creeping into his voice with a hint of elusive guilt, "Yun Lin, I was truly wrong before."
Allowing Fu Shan An to remain in the Ying Family, neglecting Rong Zhi's feelings.
In the ordinary farce, she was the only victim.
He had no right to decide for Rong Zhi.
"I used to wonder what kind of man Little Nine's husband would be. With her personality, she might never marry at all."
"But ever since I got to know Bai Su, I felt he was the one."
"She and Bai Su are inseparable, Yun Lin, I almost ruined Little Nine."
Ying Yunlin felt immense gratitude.
Fortunately, Bai Su insisted on dealing with Fu Shan An back then; otherwise, there wouldn't be this harmonious scene today.
