"Isn’t it tiring to carry someone like a princess?"
As she asked, her arms wrapped around Song Baiyan’s shoulders.
With his broad shoulders, Tang Li felt a sense of security, not fearing she would fall.
Song Baiyan glanced down at her and smiled, "Back in the army, the logs I carried were heavier than you. You weigh less than a hundred; with this height, it’s already an unhealthy state."
Tang Li replied, "I think I’m quite healthy."
As she spoke, she reminded Song Baiyan, "At this moment, it’s best not to discuss health issues; it affects the mood."
"Then what should we discuss?"
"Discuss... whether to take a bath first or do something meaningful first."
Song Baiyan’s eyes crinkled with a smile, "All that’s on your mind is that, but when it comes to the moment, you’ll probably shrink back."
Tang Li didn’t reply.
Then, the complex spiral staircase came into view.
As Song Baiyan carried her upstairs, Tang Li tightened her arms around his neck, the soft light occupying her vision, and she rested her face against Song Baiyan. This feeling of being cherished was a treatment she had never experienced in her past life.
Just like Xiao Minglan said, perhaps it’s truly the workings of fate.
Knowing it was Song Baiyan she saved back then, recalling their time by the Mihesha River, Tang Li wanted to make up for the missed opportunities of the past life.
It wasn’t a romantic miss, but a failure to recognize him.
In fact, she had already realized—
The misfortunes she encountered in her past life mostly happened after Song Baiyan passed away.
When he was around, at least she hadn’t been burned, and Lai Shengxia hadn’t come to force her hand.
After he died of illness, the bad events started occurring one after another.
To her, it was like she suddenly lost her protection.
In this life, she reunited with Song Baiyan at the Lai Family, and Song Baiyan would protect her; he must have known who she was in the past life. Given Song Baiyan’s concern for her, even if it was out of gratitude, it’s impossible he did nothing.
During Song Baiyan’s tenure, Han Jifeng rose smoothly through the ranks.
Otherwise, with the new President, Han Jifeng wouldn’t have climbed so fast, reaching the position of Minister of Justice at such a young age.
If Han Jifeng was considered a gallant steed, then Song Baiyan was the one who provided him the opportunity to showcase his talents.
Tang Li doesn’t quite understand Song Baiyan’s thoughts in her past life, yet she vaguely feels that, even if there were no romantic ties between Song Baiyan and her, she was different to him.
This difference made him willing to cultivate her husband.
However, with no intention, a willow branch becomes a shade; Han Jifeng’s rise eventually attracted Lai Shengxia.
Tang Li suddenly thought that perhaps there was never meant to be a marriage between her and Han Jifeng, and what wasn’t hers ultimately isn’t.
—She was reborn to correct this mistake.
Lost in thought, Song Baiyan held her tighter, turned a corner past the stairs, and with a faint stubble brushing her forehead, he spoke softly into her ear, "Aside from roses, what flower do you like more?"
"Anything you give me, I like them all."
Upon hearing this response, the smile lines at the corners of Song Baiyan’s eyes deepened.
Arriving at the master bedroom, Tang Li was placed on the edge of the bed.
Tang Li kept her hands around Song Baiyan’s neck, leaned in, and kissed him. Song Baiyan didn’t pull away; instead, he naturally wrapped his left arm around her slender waist. They kissed for over ten seconds before Song Baiyan looked at her with eyes filled with loving tenderness, "Are you really sure?"
"..." Tang Li nodded.
Her face warmed, and due to inexperience, she inevitably felt a bit lost.
Seeing her nervousness, Song Baiyan suggested with a smile in his eyes, "Shall we take a bath first?"