The fragility of Su Li made Wei Chengfeng's heart ache unbearably. He walked over slowly, supported her shoulders, gently gathered her in, and once again held her in his embrace.
Four years had passed, and during those years, every single day and night, he longed for her to return to his arms.
She was still so small, so fragrant, so soft, identical to the feeling in his memories.
If it wasn't for love that had penetrated deep into the bone, how could he possibly remember so clearly?
"It's all my fault, all my fault. I shouldn't have left without saying a word and taken them with me. Everything's fine now. If you're angry, hit me to vent your anger, okay?"
Su Li was in the middle of her sadness, unable to take in what he was saying, and she definitely wouldn't really hit him. At this moment, all she could do was cry.
"They are my life. If anything happened to them, I truly wouldn't want to live anymore."
