Chen Jing was shocked, grabbing his hand to look, finding no abnormalities. She then used a magnifying glass, and a chill suddenly rose from her feet, making her heart tremble.
On his honey-colored skin were dense needle marks, on both sides. This was just from three months. Chen Jing used the magnifying glass to check his entire body, finding several rows on his thighs. Xu Cheng’an just smiled nonchalantly: “It doesn’t hurt at all.”
Chen Jing was furious, directly throwing the magnifying glass at his forehead, angrily saying: “If I find you doing this to yourself again, we’re getting a divorce immediately!”
Xu Cheng’an was still laughing when hit.
Hearing this, tears immediately welled up, and he quickly promised: “I won’t do it. I’ll never do it again.”
“You know it hurts!” Chen Jing heartlessly slapped away his hand, asking sternly: “Admit you’re wrong?”
Xu Cheng’an rushed to kiss her without care, his tears smearing her face, repeatedly admitting: “I was wrong, I really know I was wrong.”
Chen Jing sighed, turned her head to kiss him for a while, and waited for him to calm down before softly saying: “Cheng’an, I was wrong before, I demanded too much and wasn’t patient enough. I’ll pay attention to that in the future, but no matter what happens, you must not harm yourself.”
She kissed the corner of his mouth, her gaze gentle and doting: “I’ll be heartbroken.”
Xu Cheng’an sniffled, turning red to his ears under her gaze, his heart sweet beyond measure, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curving up as he gently nodded.
Chen Jing looked at him and also revealed a smile.
In the years that followed, Chen Jing kept her word. In everything related to him, she was gentle and never impatient again.
Xu Cheng’an’s personality remained unchanged, but he loved her even more. Even in their seventies and eighties, Chen Jing would tease him, and he would blush like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old, his smile shy and sweet, making others envious.
At eighty years old—
Chen Jing lay drowsy in bed, her wrinkled hand held by Xu Cheng’an.
They had only one daughter in their lifetime, who now knelt before the bed, her eyes tearful like Xu Cheng’an’s, calling out to her in grief.
