The first ray of morning light at the mountain top illuminated their dream-like faces.
Shi Wangyue looked at Ning Youguang with gentle eyes and said, "I just feel a bit guilty. After all these years, I haven't managed to give you a good life..."
Saying this, he seemed a little afraid to look at her face, slightly lowering his eyes, "Right now, we can't even have an ordinary life."
But Ning Youguang looked at Shi Wangyue with certainty, the reflection of the sun deep in her clear eyes.
"Why do you say that?"
When Shi Wangyue lifted his eyes to look at her again, he found her eyes glowing softly.
He naturally voiced out the words he had kept buried for more than a month, "I'm about to lose everything."
"What does losing everything mean?" Ning Youguang's expression was unexpectedly calm, her voice as gentle as the wind brushing past withered leaves and branches at the mountain top.
This made Shi Wangyue feel as if he had just told her about a very small matter.
