Xia Weiyi's dim eyes suddenly lit up, and the dryness in her eyes was quickly replaced by moisture.
She coughed and whimpered a few times from her throat, tears pattering down, yet her lips curled into a smile, leaving it unclear whether she was crying or laughing at that moment.
Resurrected from despair to hope renewed.
Tears shed with laughter are the most precious.
Ye Che's sweet nothings were all too familiar to Xia Weiyi, but each time he willingly swallowed the grievances she gave him after being battered and bruised, his love grew greedier, and Xia Weiyi couldn't help but feel heartache for him.
She had no idea what to say to Ye Che now to make him believe her, but she knew they had a lifetime together.
Dazed, Xia Weiyi raised her hands to encircle Ye Che's neck, then buried herself in his chest, clutching at his shirt, and despite clearly being moved to tears, her words came out as complaints.
