Lu Hualiang pinched her cheek, "Silly."
What do other people's opinions have to do with him?
How could the opinions of future generations affect him?
When a person dies, it's like the lights go out. Even if future generations sing their praises, what use is it?
He is willing to give up the throne and his life for her, searching tirelessly for ten lifetimes; how could he regret the foolish things he did for her in the past?
Even if he could start over a hundred times, his actions would not change.
Some people, once committed, is for life after life.
Xia Weibao's eyes were slightly red, suddenly feeling very lucky to have met such a good man.
"So, what did you come to see me for?"
Barging in during the day and even kicking the door down, it can't be just to hang out.
Xia Weibao then remembered the main matter, "Oh right, where's that handsome Western guy of yours, the one called Neil? Why don't I see him anymore?"
