"I need to punish you a bit, and by the way... prove that my blade is still sharp."
Yuanya chuckled incessantly, "Shameless old man!"
He feigned anger and kissed her lips, with might yet ultimate gentleness, until her body melted into a puddle of spring water, and only then did he let her go.
"Wife, I love you."
"Mmm... I love you too."
Yuanya nestled contently in his arms, drifting into dreamland, as she did every night.
Being by Lan Xiu's side in this life is her greatest happiness; in this world, only death can part them now.
Lan Xiu planted a kiss on her forehead as light as a dragonfly skimming water.
His affection for her has not faded with the passage of time, but instead, like vintage wine, it has grown richer and more fragrant with each passing day.
She is his rib; without her, he wouldn't be the complete Lan Xiu.
This lifetime, the thing he is most thankful for, and the most correct decision he's made, is snatching her to his side.
