"Ah Chen. Do you really trust her like this? What if... I mean, what if she really betrays you? What would you... do?"
Xiahou Chunyi himself was very curious about this question.
He had witnessed the five-year marriage of Xing Chen and Ran Xiangsi, and he had seen the love between this couple even more clearly.
He suddenly wanted to see whether so many years of affection were worth believing in after all.
How many people make vows when they get married, and after a couple of years, don't they divorce over trivial matters?
So here's the question: the vows of marriage and the shelf life of love, how long can these really last?
Xing Chen did not let Xiahou Chunyi wait long. He parted his lips, his voice as serene as a mountain breeze in a tranquil valley, ethereal and indifferent.
"The cost of betraying me is one that no one can bear."
"..." Xiahou Chunyi was choked for a moment.
He certainly knew that for all who betrayed Xing Chen, there was only one consequence—death.
