In the quaintly antique room,
a candle burned slowly.
Zhu Xiaoxue sat by the bed, head lowered, lost in heavy thoughts.
"Creak!"
The door swung open as a drunken Xiong Batian strode in, "Xiaoxue, I'm here."
"Husband," Zhu Xiaoxue stood up, forcing a smile, "You've been drinking again."
"I was happy today, so I had a couple more drinks," Xiong Batian approached and wrapped his arms around Zhu Xiaoxue. "It's getting late, let's rest." "Xiaoxue, you really know how to take care of someone, I'm becoming quite dependent on you."
Zhu Xiaoxue lay against Xiong Batian's chest and asked softly, "Husband, do you really care about me?"
"Of course."
"If... just if... I made a mistake, would you forgive me?"
"I definitely would, no matter what mistake you make, I wouldn't blame you."
"Really?"
"Of course, you're my precious love, I will cherish you for a lifetime."
After a few intimate words, Xiong Batian closed his eyes and fell asleep.