Wu Qiyi smiled serenely, "Just as you said, my life was given by him; as long as he is happy, as long as he can find happiness... that is enough."
She tilted her head slightly upwards, a calm smile blooming flawlessly on her beautiful face—yet within that smile lay a sorrowful beauty, casting a contrasting glow against the tears brimming at the corners of her eyes…
Gently closing the door, Xi Yu held a wooden tray with one hand, her head slightly bowed, her expression somewhat somber.
For her, no one in this world mattered more than Wu Qiyi. Her life was given by Wu Qiyi, and everything she did was naturally for Wu Qiyi.