Gently lifting Zhou Lian's head, Li Xiu looked at her tenderly, his eyes overflowing with adoration. His voice was as soft as water as he said, "In our last life, the moment you closed your eyes, I felt both resentment and hatred. I resented you for leaving just like that, and I hated that I wasn't reflected in your eyes. But as I held your cold body, all I could think was how many years it had been since I'd been able to hold you. You were finally quiet in my arms again. My thoughts trailed off, and I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, I was in this life."
"Do you really not resent or hate me?"
"Then... does my Bao'er still resent and hate me?" Instead of answering her, Li Xiu asked softly, his heart strung tight, afraid of hearing an answer he didn't want.
