Sheng Yanxiao moved very gently, every step light as a feather.
Su Weiyi's tears brimmed in her eyes, and a drop of cold sweat fell from Sheng Yanxiao's forehead as he looked at the person beneath him, her brows furrowed, her features twisted with tension.
Su Weiyi quickly sensed Sheng Yanxiao's hesitation and reached out to hold his waist tightly: "Con... continue..."
At this moment, all reason and calmness vanished into smoke, Sheng Yanxiao pursed his lips and lowered his head to kiss Su Weiyi's ear softly: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
She... belonged to him.
She finally, completely, from body to heart, belonged to him.
The feeling was so wonderful, indescribable with words. If it had to be put into words, it would be that, even if tomorrow were the end of the world, even if he were to disappear from the earth from then on, he would have no regrets.
