Song Li’s body stiffened slightly. The word ‘children’ felt like a thorn piercing his heart, and his mind wandered off into the distance, lost in thought. Liu Yi squinted her eyes, wrapping her arms around Song Li’s neck, her voice hoarse as she asked, “What are you thinking about?” Song Li snapped back to reality, gazing closely at Liu Yi’s delicate, blooming face, and suddenly leaned down to kiss her lips. Liu Yi let out a soft moan, embracing him tightly, secretly thrilled. She couldn’t remember the last time Song Li had kissed her so proactively. They were together again, both aware of why, and things couldn’t be the same as before, but she wasn’t in a hurry; he couldn’t escape her grasp. After all these twists and turns, he was back, regardless of the reason, he would eventually be hers. In her heart, Song Li was quite important, though not as important as herself, probably more so than her father, Liu Shiquan. A father couldn’t accompany her for a lifetime, but a good husband could.
Thinking this, Liu Yi felt quite pleased. After a long while, Song Li slowly lifted his head, looking at Liu Yi, whose eyes were half-closed and cheeks flushed, and chuckled softly, “So enchanted?” Liu Yi opened her eyes slowly, with a touch of sadness and a pitiful look, “How long has it been since you kissed me like this?” Song Li straightened up, his gaze drifting into the distance, somewhat lost, “After we get married, won’t you have plenty of opportunities?”
Liu Yi smiled, then as if remembering something, said seriously, “Li, am I putting you in a difficult position this time?” “Difficult?” Song Li raised an eyebrow, “You are now the only daughter of the Zhang family, it’s me who’s climbing up, isn’t it?” Liu Yi smiled, her face showing pride, seemingly unbothered by it.
Song Li changed the subject casually, “But really, after all these years, how come I’ve never heard you mention that your mother is Dong Qike’s daughter?” Volume Two: The Dancing Girl, Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Eve
