Upstairs, in the master bedroom, Huo Junmo pulled Ling Yueyue to sit by the bed, his thick hand unable to resist caressing her fair little face. With eyes full of apology, he looked at her, feeling guilty, "Yueyue, I'm sorry. I didn't protect you well and let you feel wronged!"
Ling Yueyue reached out to hold Huo Junmo's hand that was touching her, smiled indifferently, and said, "Oh, what does 'sorry' mean between husband and wife! I know, the reason you are so tolerant of them, always giving in, is because you've been too guilty about Jiansi's death and you're just trying to make up for it! I understand your thoughts, so I don't blame you! After all, they are your father-in-law and mother-in-law!"
Listening to Ling Yueyue's words, Huo Junmo gazed deeply into her eyes, sincerely saying, "Yueyue, you're really good—truly! So considerate! Being able to marry you in my lifetime is my fortune accumulated over generations!"
