Xiaonuan was tightly embraced by Nangong Yaoling, and her whole heart seemed to be rescued from deep waters and fierce flames. She inhaled his familiar masculine scent, feeling his heartbeat and body temperature, experiencing the tenderness and affection in the way his palm caressed her hair.
Once again, she couldn't control herself as tears streamed down uncontrollably.
"Nangong Yaoling... Nangong Yaoling... I... I..."
"Say no more... silly girl, I know it all. You silly girl..." Nangong Yaoling murmured with infinite tenderness and heartache. Just now, he saw her struggle, her determination, and in her final decision, she chose him, not revenge.
She gave up revenge; everything was just for him.
He understood her heart, and that was the part that pained him the most.
This silly woman, how could she not make him heartbroken, how could she not make him love her?
