In the bedroom:
Fu Nian saw the man holding her as if clinging to a lifeline. Her brow twitched slightly, and she gently reached out her small hand to stroke the man's hair, speaking softly.
"Ziyang, don't worry. I... won't let go of your hand, unless you no longer need it."
Hearing Fu Nian's words, Wen Ziyang's eyes were full of deep meaning, carrying a bit of depth. He hugged Fu Nian tightly, no longer letting go.
"Alright..."
...
The next morning.
Because Fu Nian and Wen Ziyang were preparing to depart for Berlin, the entire Fu Family woke up early.
Fu Nian's expression was relaxed... there was no sign of reluctance.
She didn't want Wen Ziyang to feel any burden.
Wen Ziyang took in Fu Nian's relaxed expression, his gaze softening somewhat.
...
Before departing, Fu Jingshen's gaze was somewhat deep and worried.
Fu Nian's return had its concerns.
After all... the marriage between Wen Ziyang and Fu Nian was still uncertain.
Not only that... there was Jing Luo.
