He fulfilled his promise from the past, to always be by her side, never allowing her to be alone.
The last person she saw before death was him, and the first person she saw upon waking was still him.
He never left, not even for a single minute or second.
She passed directly through a thousand years, but he reincarnated over and over, life after life, day by day, tirelessly searching for her.
A thousand years, how many days and nights is that?
Did he think of her every time he dreamt at night?
Did he yearn to embrace her?
The one who could only appear in his dreams, yet was always out of reach, enduring the agonizing torment of unrequited love night after night—what kind of loneliness was that?
And he lived with this sorrow for a whole thousand years!
Thinking of this, Xia Weibao’s heart began to ache.
With both hands clinging to his neck, she stared intently at his face.
This face that was etched into her very marrow.
This face that she had always loved, but it wasn’t until a thousand years later that she truly understood her own feelings.
Suddenly, she felt immensely grateful.
Fortunately, he came, he found her.
Fortunately, she understood his love and her own heart.
Fortunately, there was no more missing out.
She sniffed hard and smiled brightly at him, "From now on, I will always be with you, never letting you be alone again."
As she spoke, her soft lips pressed against his slightly cool ones.
This time, there was no hesitation.
She kissed him passionately.
Lu Hualiang had just been puzzled by her excitement when suddenly she kissed him.
He immediately responded, turning passivity into dominance.
This was a kiss she offered willingly!
One hand clasped her waist; the other cradled her head, fiercely deepening their kiss.
Xia Weibao cooperated willingly.
She wasn’t some pure-hearted little girl; in her previous life, she had been tutored by Emperor Xia Liang and knew all forms of intimacy.
Kissing was as routine as a meal.
Previously, she had been cautious because Lu Hualiang was not Emperor Xia Liang, which made her actions awkward.
But now that she knew they were the same person, she had no reservations and responded actively.
However, even though she wasn’t new to this, she couldn’t keep up with the man’s crazed pace!
His kisses were eager, like a long-imprisoned tiger charging downhill, fierce and unmethodical.
Her tongue numbed from the intensity.
Her breathing became labored.
Her delicate, boneless hands pushed against his solid chest; her head desperately twisted side to side, trying to break free from his kiss.
She managed to get a little space, and his kisses fell on the side of her face.
Xia Weibao quickly caught her breath, "Slow down!"
Lu Hualiang dropped these words and again secured her head, returning to the fierce kiss.
While holding her, he spun around on the spot, pinning her against the car door.
His body pressed up, enveloping her.
Lu Hualiang kneaded her shoulders, wishing he could meld her into his bones.
This kind of caress was not enough; he wanted more, much more.
His hand slid down the front of her shoulder, reaching her chest, and grasped hold.
Xia Weibao did not resist, holding his neck tightly; her hand even slipped inside his collar from behind.
She missed him, her heart shattered with longing.
Only after his death did she realize her feelings for him, a regret that had been eating away at her heart.
Now that she had him back, she wanted to love him, to truly love him.
And this love was so intense, it surpassed what her heart could bear, nearly tearing her fragile body apart!
The way to resolve this intense emotion was to turn her love for him into action!
Love is not just to be spoken, but also to be done!