Suddenly, Huo Shiqian stopped in his tracks and twisted her face to meet his own, with a more solemn and serious expression than before, he said, "Chuyi, I swore in front of my mother's grave, in this life I would only want one person, and I will never fail my wife."
"So, Chuyi, don't ask me again if I regret anything, and stop thinking about whether or not to let go."
There was a faint warning and threat in his tone.
"No matter the thousands of miles ahead, the thorny wilderness, I will trample it all down, and protect you as you cross."
The tortuous journey was just to lay the foundation for this very statement, a stalwart promise.
After being moved for a moment, Xia Chuyi said, "Uncle Liberation Army, why do you speak so eloquently? Yet your letters are so lackluster?"
The atmosphere turned awkward in an instant.
Huo Shiqian calmly let go of her face, strode forward with his long legs, and dragging her by the hand, said, "Let's hurry to the hospital to see Uncle Xia."
