Surrender in Front of Her

Their voices were very low, as intimate as the whispers between lovers.

The lights in the stairway were not lit, and the voice sounded even more lingering in the thick darkness.

It was like a beautiful painting, long and far away, swaying and stirring up a pool of river water!

He Xinyue stood there, her body stiff. It was as if she was standing in the cold winter of the Northern Frontier. She was covered in cuts and bruises, and her heart was stabbed into pieces.

The shattered hearts gathered together and were smashed by the hammer again and again. The torture was repeated again and again.

It was heart-wrenching!

He Xinyue finally understood what these words meant.

Xie Xize was the man she fell in love with at first sight. He was the man who was high above her, like a god, looking down on all things and could stir up the wind and clouds with a flip of his hand.

He had actually come down from the clouds, bent down, and surrendered to such a lowly woman.