The image of that beautiful scene flashed through Rong Jin's mind, and his body tensed up. He held Shui Qianqian's hand instead.
The woman's hand was soft and boneless, as smooth as warm Jade, stirring up ripples in people's hearts.
Looking at Shui Qianqian, who was becoming more and more beautiful, Rong Jin was a little intoxicated.
Shui Qianqian looked at the hands in Rong Mo's hands and fell into a daze. When they were young, she remembered that this pair of hands had once pulled her.
At that time, he was like the sun and the colorful clouds to her, illuminating her heart.
Even now, she knew that as long as Rong Jin was around, she didn't have to worry about anything.
She had worked so hard for the past year because she wanted to give him his freedom. She wanted to be able to take on the responsibility of being the Queen and grasp the power that belonged to her before Rong Jin left.
