Xiong Shaoqing withdrew his gaze and met the two girls' reddened eyes.
He did not hesitate. The cold sternness on his face melted completely, replaced by a gentle yet powerful smile.
"If I were writing it, it would have to have a happy ending."
Xiong Shaoqing's voice was quiet, but every word rang firm. "In the real world, there's too much helplessness, too much suffering and scheming."
"Since it's a fictional world, of course it needs sweetness, a sweet ending. Only those beautiful things can make up for the bitterness of reality."
He reached out and gently rubbed Xiao Wu's head, then wiped the tear tracks from the corners of Zhu Zhuqing's eyes with his fingertips. "I don't want to be Wei Zhuang. I won't push my woman away, much less turn her into a hedgehog covered in poisoned spines."
"I'll let her remain that carefree princess forever."
Hearing those words, both girls fell completely.
In that instant, Xiong Shaoqing's tall, straight figure seemed to become the only source of light in this cold world.
Meanwhile, sensing the bonds in the air growing almost thick enough to stretch into threads, Xiong Shaoqing was already poised to launch his grand diary endeavor.
The atmosphere had been set up perfectly.
Xiong Shaoqing was inwardly ecstatic. From Princess Hong Lian's tragedy, he had led into a discussion of what it meant to be a princess. Next, naming Ning Rongrong, that Little Demoness, in his diary would follow naturally, like water flowing into a channel.
Seeing the two girls' slightly reddened eyes and gazes full of tenderness after being moved by his words, Xiong Shaoqing gently poured them hot tea on the surface, while the "master angler" inside him was already itching to cast his line.
With their emotions built up to this point,