"If I had known it would turn out like this, why would I have gone through such a long detour!"
To seek revenge.
What kind of days have I lived through in the past six months, and what kind of days has Qingqing lived through?
Feeling infinitely relaxed and heartache, Zhao Junyao's expression was quite complex.
Xia Ruqing smiled faintly.
"Indeed!"
"If only you had solved it directly from the beginning, it would have been much better!"
She sat beside him, personally poured a cup of fragrant tea and handed it to him.
"So, you must compensate me well in the future!"
Zhao Junyao turned to look at her, their eyes meeting.
He pulled her into his arms and listened to her steady heartbeat, suddenly feeling everything had become real and warm.
After a long while, he finally spoke.
"Alright!"
"In the future, I will spend my entire life compensating you!"
...
The Seventeenth Year of Jiayuan, April.
