Nangong Yaoling listened to her words, his eyes lit up slightly.
He suddenly reached out, cuped her face, and kissed her fiercely.
The kiss was deep and lingering, as if it carried a thousand words, filled with tenderness, sadness, and emotion from deep within his heart.
Before, he never knew she loved him this way, and never thought that there would be such a woman who could understand him so deeply and bring him such shock and emotion.
Before this, other than his mother, he had never felt this way.
But motherly love is different from this kind of love; he was grateful to heaven for giving him such a Xiaonuan, a woman who he deeply loved, who loved him the same.
Previously, he always thought she was stubborn, like an untamable wild cat; he always wanted to conquer her heart. And now, he realized she also had such a gentle side, gentle as water, like a soft feather, soothing his wounds, comforting his soul when he was hurt.
