Yu Luo rested in Qingchen's arms, her gaze fixed outside the window. The bright moonlight spilled over the crimson silk wedding banners, casting deep and shallow shadows. Her voice rose and fell, drifting and uncertain, as though those bone-deep torments were stories she had inadvertently heard elsewhere, and she was merely an indifferent narrator.
Qingchen listened quietly to Yu Luo's account. He finally understood how she, so young at the time, had endured the reconstruction of her spiritual root without uttering a single sound. As it turned out, her past life had been fraught with far too much suffering.
"Luo'er, as long as I live, I will never let you suffer again."
Chapter 192