Qin Chu touched his forehead, slightly speechless; he knew that the wife was angry.
He then grazed his lips across Huo Mian's ear, giving her a soft nuzzle…
"A certain someone should forget about that… I'm willing to make up for it with the rest of my life…" Qin Chu coaxed.
"Still not long enough…"
"If I live to be 80 years old, there are still 50 years left. That's still not enough? Mrs. Qin… what else do you want?" Qin Chu reached out his fingers and gently pinched Huo Mian's cheeks.
"50 years is not enough… 500 years is more like it…" Huo Mian replied stubbornly.
"500 years… Alright, I will try my best to look for the fountain of youth. Then we can both live until we're 500… I will make your dreams come true…"
Thanks to Master Qin's comforting words, Huo Mian felt much better about Mo Xue'er's death. After all, they weren't even friends… Her death was just tragic… That was all.
