Sheng Tingyuan looked down at her delicate and beautiful face, his heart swelled with infinite pity and love. Today, she must be exhausted.
Her inner strength was actually quite formidable. Today, she had been kidnapped by Shi Youjin, yet she seemed not to be panicked at all. The moment she stepped out of the Wen Family Villa, her neck was bleeding, but her expression was composed, so calm that it was heartbreaking.
Ever since he had met her, she had always been like this, as if nothing could knock her down, nor could anything shake her composure.
It wasn't until he told her that he was the little boy who had given her the dress that she showed a strong emotional reaction.
Fate was truly strange. He could never have imagined that eighteen years later, she would return to his side in such a way, and even less so, that she would become his wife.