"Jun Moyan, I don't want to be a princess, I just want to be your Xiaoguai."
Wen Xiao'ai's voice was hoarse from crying, her small hands clutching his clothes, seeking comfort.
Wen Xiao'ai's words made Jun Moyan hate his own identity, hate his own powerlessness, hate such an arrangement by destiny.
If he could, even if it were just an ordinary demon, even if it were just a devil, he would willingly become such an identity for her, just to have an equal lifespan with her, being able to always be with her would be enough.
But why did he have to be just an ordinary person?
Jun Moyan reached out and pulled Wen Xiao'ai into his arms with a pained heart, his utterly helpless voice sounding in her ear: "Silly, you might not be able to be my Xiaoguai for long, but you can always be a princess."
Wen Xiao'ai hugged him back, shaking her head: "I don't want that, I would rather be your Xiaoguai for a lifetime than my own princess for a lifetime."
