Yun Jianchen looked at Song Huanyan in surprise: "Wife, you misunderstood me, my point is that you should be able to live for a thousand years."
"I still think you're calling me a scourge." Song Huanyan said seriously.
Yun Jianchen stood tall, his eyes sincere, and looked at Song Huanyan with an upright expression: "Wife, you misunderstood me, how could you be a scourge? You are the goddess of my life. You are not a scourge."
"Really?" Song Huanyan asked.
Yun Jianchen nodded seriously and firmly: "Really."
Song Huanyan was finally satisfied, raising her chin slightly in pride.
She was the goddess of his life.
Her presence had saved him.
If Song Huanyan had not appeared in his life, he did not know what he would be like now. Perhaps... he would already be married, but the woman he married would not be one he loved, maybe just a woman in a business marriage, a marriage of mutual need, respectful but without knowing the taste of true love for a lifetime.
