"Although that old woman liked stirring things up sometimes, I had to admit, she was right about this."
"If she hadn't placed this issue right before my eyes, I might not have been able to face it head-on for a while."
Su Yu mocked himself. "Sometimes, I'm not as decisive as I appear to be."
"Not just you—even Nannan, I've never given her an answer."
"Thinking about it now, this kind of delay and indecision may be even more hurtful."
"Young Master..."
Shui Lingguang's beautiful eyes flickered, and her rosy lips trembled slightly.
Su Yu smiled. "Alright, enough about that. Anyway, that's what I mean."
Gently stroking Shui Lingguang's long hair, Su Yu chuckled. "I won't run away anymore."
"...Mm."
Shui Lingguang seemed to want to say something, but in the end, all her countless words became a single soft hum.
She was pulled into Su Yu's embrace and quietly leaned against his warm chest.
At that moment, Shui Lingguang seemed to have lost the ability to speak. She did not know what she should say, or what she could say.
But she was truly happy—so happy that she could not put it into words.
Even now, she still felt as though her soul had left her body, as if she were still dreaming.
Was all of this really real?
When the thing she had long awaited truly arrived, the impact and shock it brought Shui Lingguang were simply beyond description.
Yet that warm embrace, along with the masculine scent of the man before her, was so clear.
Leaning against that broad chest, Shui Lingguang's heart finally began to settle.
All of this was real.
Within the vast and solemn hall, the two figures leaned against each other for a very, very long time.
After an unknown amount of