"Is that really the case?"
After hearing Ye Xuan's explanation, Su Yumo finally felt relieved, exhaling heavily: "That's good, that's good. I want to spend my whole life with you, the longer the better. I don't want to die!"
Ye Xuan was speechless for a moment: "You're the harbor of my soul, my darling. Even if there really was a problem, I'd find every possible way to cure you. Why are you overthinking?"
"Hehe..."
Su Yumo gave a sweet smile and nestled into Ye Xuan's arms, her face full of happiness and satisfaction.
She couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Time flies; it's been almost a year since she and Ye Xuan first met.
This year, from acquaintances to lovers.
From the cold Yama Flower initially, to now being a happy woman in a constant state of tenderness.
The silent and subtle change made it feel almost unreal.
Once, Su Yumo had thought men were nothing special; without them, she could still live well.
