He Yu's voice gradually became ambiguous as he ran his fingers gently through a lock of Huo You's hair. "The person I've chosen to marry has always been you. You're the only one…"
At the mention of Mrs. Hill's precious daughter, Huo Tian, He Yu rubbed his head with lingering fear. Although his wound had healed, his body still seemed to retain the pain from back then. As a result, the moment Huo Tian's image appeared in his mind, his head started to hurt uncontrollably.
Huo You didn't know that Huo Tian had almost killed He Yu, but she didn't believe He Yu's confession that seemed to be filled with love.
