Fang Junjie held Pu Xiaotang’s face with both hands, gently stroking her cheeks. His voice was low and husky, filled with tenderness, “In my life, romantic affairs are like the cherry on top of a cake you’ve made for me, just a decoration. I don’t need those. But after meeting you, I’ve suddenly discovered something truly beautiful in my life. It’s like a ray of sunlight after a storm of swords and blood, a breath of air filled with the scent of grass. I’ve become somewhat addicted. As long as you’re by my side, just quietly being there, I feel incredibly secure. It’s a lazy, warm, and comfortable feeling that fills my limbs and body. You don’t know how precious and rare this feeling is to me. It’s like when I was seventeen, carrying my severely injured brother, with only seven others, breaking through a siege of dozens. When I finally saw the reinforcements, I collapsed from exhaustion. Or when I finally brought down my oppressive uncle after years of meticulous planning, taking the top seat in the Fia family, standing atop the tallest building in Italy, looking down, feeling that all my worries were gone, all was peaceful, and everything could be let go. I believe your very existence is the most unique gift God has given me. I have no high expectations of you, and don’t put pressure on yourself. The past, the pain, and the hardships you’ve endured, if you can forget them, that’s good; if not, don’t force yourself. Sometimes, things just suddenly become clear, like flowers blooming or snow falling. So, let’s take our time, okay?”
Pu Xiaotang slowly shed tears, she had cried many times that day, but only now were her tears due to being moved and comforted. “Why are you so good to me?” Fang Junjie smiled, kissed her tear-filled eyes, and hugged her again, “Because I want to be good to someone, and you make me feel like my life is complete…”
