Han XiGuang lifted her face, kissing her cheeks and giving a small peck on her lips. Wu SuYi's lips slowly melted. Although she was filled with nervousness, his words had brought hope and a sense of excitement in her heart. She held to his hand tightly, looking at his wounds that made her heart ache.
She could only say with a gentler tone that sounded like a pleading whisper, "If they ask you not to marry me—"
"I will not let them say those words," Han XiGuang said, frowning but she shook her head.
"Please don't ever put yourself in a situation where you have to choose between me or your family, Xiguang," Wu SuYi tightened her hands on him, "You are someone loved, a son of a family who only wish you happiness and for that, I don't want you to ever choose me over your family."
"You are asking me to leave you," Han XiGuang frowned, looking in pain even though she should be the one in pain.
