It was because at that moment, he knew he had a vulnerability.
Finally, the two of them arrived at the area that would be their future bedroom. Wen Xian stood in front of the bright and clean floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the continuous stream of cars below.
As evening approached, the distant lights gradually came on, her fingertips lightly touching the window, reflecting the flickering brilliance in her eyes.
Her lips parted slightly, "Lu Xiao, thank you."
It was a genuine thank you. He had given her a future, a new life, and let her know that her life could be so wonderful.
The man behind her slipped his arm around her soft waist, he buried his head against her neck, his voice a deep murmur in her ear:
"Never say thanks, Wen Xian, you're my girl, one I love securely and steadily, who can boldly do anything."
He was not a man who was easily moved.
And once he was moved, to be held dear by him, it was for a lifetime.
