"Lili, I'm nervous..."
"…?"
"I'm really nervous…"
Afraid Tang Xiaohua wouldn't believe him, he repeated it seriously once more, his voice brushing against her ear, tickling her.
"What are you nervous about?"
"Just feeling... it wasn't easy... Lili, four years ago when I pulled you to register for our marriage, I wasn't this nervous."
Tang Xiaohua took a deep breath, turned in his arms, her chin slightly raised, her lips almost touching his, bathed in the reddish glow of the night light, yet her apricot eyes were sparkling clear,
"Wen Nian..."
"En?"
"Don't let me down."
"…"
"If you let me down, I'll make sure you have no place to rest even in death."
Her hand rested on his slightly cool cheek.
A person lives a hundred years, but a soul endures for a thousand. In this mysterious world, she was not the only one granted rebirth.
Every six hundred to a thousand years, there are two or three such people.
