The bedside lamp still cast a soft yellow glow. Mu Ke returned to bed, lying down and gently pulling Jiayu into his embrace, unable to resist lowering his head to tenderly kiss her forehead again and again.
This was the woman he had loved for so many years, now peacefully asleep in his arms. Was there anything more beautiful than this?
Mu Ke never felt he had regretted anything, but if he had to count, it would only be that he shouldn't have let go so easily back then.
If he hadn't let go so easily, perhaps those tragedies wouldn't have happened to her. He could have entered her life sooner, adored her without condition, protected her until the end of his days.
At that time, he was still young. Mu Ke thought it was normal to like a girl, and it was normal for that girl to have someone she liked. Perhaps they were just fated to meet but not meant to be together. In his future life, he would meet more girls, fall in love with others, and then marry and have children.
