Mu Ruyue's eyes subtly lowered, and before her seemed to emerge the god-like handsome visage of a man, her gaze softened, "Feng Jingtian, he is my man, the only one in this lifetime, also the single ray of sunshine in my life. I will never forget the moment I first met him, the naive smile of youth which was like the light in winter, illuminating my heart… All along this journey, he has sacrificed so much for me, all I can repay him with is my lifelong devotion."
A lifelong devotion...
What beautiful sentiments?
Feng Jingtian's eyes darkened slightly—had he appeared too late? If he had met her before Ye Wuchen, could she have loved him?
But asking that question now seemed to lack any significant meaning.
