Ye Shu felt a bit overwhelmed by the honor as she looked up at him. "Ah Chen, are you... troubled by something?"
Under the setting sun, her amber eyes gleamed with a warm, orange glow, offering indescribable comfort.
Sheng Shaochen’s low, magnetic voice resonated, "My concern... is you..."
These days, she had been through too much.
"..." Ye Shu bit her lip, cast her gaze downward, and felt her heart pounding erratically.
"Do you still remember the two promises I made to you?" Sheng Shaochen spoke softly.
Ye Shu’s ears turned pink, and she nodded vigorously.
If it hadn’t been for those two things, she wouldn’t have agreed to sign the prenup, and they wouldn’t have reached this point today.
"One of them will soon be fulfilled," Sheng Shaochen stated with certainty.
Ye Shu raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes brimming slightly with moisture.
So it would be fulfilled soon?
The time she had spent with him wasn’t actually that long, but it felt like they had been entwined for decades. So much had happened that she was nearly forgetting why she had decided to be with him at the start.
"Ah Chen... then, can I ask you to promise me one more thing?"
Ye Shu lifted her moist eyes, gazing intently at him.
"As long as you ask, I will do everything in my power!" Even if it meant a great sacrifice.
Ye Shu’s fingers delicately threaded through his, and then, they interlaced tightly together.
She lifted her delicate face, flashing him a charming dimpled smile. "No matter what happens in the future, never let go of my hand, okay?"
She no longer wanted to dwell on the reasons they were together; she simply yearned for a life-long journey with her Mr. Sheng, to walk through the verdant years, to experience the cycle of blossoms falling and blooming, to cherish each other’s company, growing old together...
Sheng Shaochen’s eyes trembled intensely, his deep blue gaze fixed on the girl before him, locking her petite hand in his and tightening his hold.
With a powerful high five, he responded to her...
"Never let go!" Right before Ye Shu could burst into tears, Sheng Shaochen asserted each word with conviction.
A feather-light touch seemed to graze the depths of Ye Shu’s heart, spreading a silent yet profound tremor.
She fought to hold back the tears welling up and nodded forcefully.
At night, Ye Shu curled up like a small infant, falling into a deep sleep amidst his snores.
Unbeknownst to her, she drifted into a dream.
In the dream, she found herself in a world of smoke and gunfire, so thick she couldn’t see where she was.
There seemed to be the cries of a young boy nearby.
Something suddenly collapsed overhead...
In her dream, she struggled desperately, covered in a cold sweat.
Just when she was suffocating under the torments of the nightmare, three shining phantoms emerged from the dense smoke―red, black, and white.
The blurred lights intertwined and then separated.
Ye Shu instinctively reached out to grasp them, but couldn’t catch anything.
Boom! Something crashed down from above in the dream! The three lights abruptly vanished...
Ye Shu screamed, jolting awake from the dream.
She sat up, legs crossed, wiping the sweat from her face, gasping for air.
Why had she had this dream again? It was her second time.
The first was on the day of Dynasty’s commencement, after being attacked by the Spider Woman in a mask that evening.
To have the same dream again, could it be due to spending too much time in front of the camera, or thinking too much during the day?
Otherwise, why dream such a nonsensical dream? Especially those three mysterious phantoms in the dream, what were they?