Sweet Wife in My Arms

Even if she had to push on, she will persevere.

"Hmm, I guess this could work," Song Xihua stood up. "I will contact the organizers and we can set off tomorrow. You…" He pointed at Yan Huan again. "Can?"

"Yes," Yan Huan just didn't want to walk, it didn't mean that she couldn't.

"Then that will be fine," Song Xihua turned around and walked away. But after a few steps, he turned around to see Yan Huan lowering her head. Her exquisite features seemed to emanate some sort of light from it and her white skin was slightly transparent too. He had no idea why but his heart skipped a beat at this.

This was good too, he suddenly smiled. It seems like he had made some sort of decision in his heart.

Of course, he still needed to think about it. He placed his hand on the door handle and just as he opened the door, a man walked in from outside. He stared directly at the man as his pupils contracted.

"Lu Yi?"

Lu Yi lifted his eyelid calmly. Oh, he knows me.

But it wasn't anything weird that he knows him. Even though he wasn't anay star, his exposure in Sea City wasn't low and it was normal for him to be recognized.

Song Xihua couldn't help but frown. He seemed to push down something within his heart and there was an uncomfortable feeling.

Lu Yi turned and walked in before sitting beside Yan Huan. He extended his hand and placed it on her forehead. "What do you want to eat today?"

Yan Huan hugged his neck, "I want to eat lobsters."

"Dream on," Lu Yi tapped her forehead, "You are hurt and you still want seafood?"

It was rare that Yan Huan had a craving for any food but now that she had, he didn't let her eat it.

Song Xihua's back was straightened stiffly and he only walked out after a long while. However, his footsteps were much heavier than they were earlier. Yan Huan leaned herself and her head onto Lu Yi's shoulders.

She had lived for more than one life more than others and she could tell others' feelings for her. Some things could happen but some feelings shouldn't exist. Was it not a bad thing for some things to end before they began?

Was is the point of pursuing something that has no ending?

What is the point of longing for someone with no end in sight?

"Your pursuer?" Lu Yi ruffled her hair lightly.

"Is Attorney General Lu jealous? Or is he not confident of himself?" Yan Huan laughed on his shoulders. No wonder she could smell something sour from somewhere.

"What do you think?" Lu Yi pinched Yan Huan's cheek. "I let go of you not for you to seek danger here and there and to come back with one more admirer."

"This shows that everyone loves me." Yan Huan was pretty confident about this herself. She wasn't narcissistic but for a female actress like her with youth, fame and looks, she could make many men do anything for her with a lift of her hand.

"I will beat off anyone who comes," Lu Yi's face fell. "If two comes, I will fight off both of them."

Yan Huan grabbed Lu Yi's hips tightly again as she scrunched her entire body within his embrace.

I won't love anyone else in this life, no one else, only you…

"Fool," Lu Yi lightly rubbed the top of his head.

Is there a moment, a feeling that makes you want to cry?

Is there a moment, an excitement that makes you want to pray?

Is there a moment, an impulse in this life, you would be willing to die?

Because you have found it.

Because I have found it,

Because I have found you.

A helicopter stopped at a mountain top nearby.

Lu Yi extended his hand and adjusted Yan Huan's shirt. He helped her lift her bag onto her shoulders, "Be careful."

"I will," Yan Huan smiled pleasantly at him before disembarking from the helicopter. Her feet landed on the ground and there wasn't much pain. Her wound hadn't recovered but she had specially bought bigger shoes to make it less bearable.

One should do things with a start and an end.

She was very unwilling to just give it all up like this. She had suffered through the pain and had gotten hurt too. Why should she give up here and let someone else gloat? She should have a taste of the seeds of victory that she had planted herself.

Even if she fed these seeds of victory to the dogs, she wouldn't let Su Muran have a taste of them.

Song Xihua's face was pretty pale as he had a cold expression on it. Especially when he caught sight of Lu Yi, there was a displeasure that he couldn't hide. A displeasure that even a fool could tell.

This was the face of jealousy and displeasure from him not being able to get it.

In actual fact, no one was good or bad. This all boiled down to timing.

Yan Huan placed her hand on her eyes. There were indeed flags of various colors ahead of her. This was the end point, she had reached. They had finally reached.

"Yan Huan," suddenly, Song Xihua's voice sounded from behind her. She turned around and saw the complicated emotions within his eyes.

They were hidden yet transparent at the same time. They were twisted and complicated.

"Yan Huan, if you could choose, would you get close to someone else?"

Song Xihua asked Yan Huan but didn't mention himself nor did he mention Lu Yi. He only provided a choice, a chance to choose, a chance to have something else.

It wasn't fair that after the whole journey, after almost losing their lives, it was all for a TV show. He couldn't accept it, there was just no way.

"No," Yan Huan laughed. There was no hesitation in her answer, none at all.

"Why?" Song Xihua couldn't understand. One's heart was easy to change and he didn't think Lu Yi was very good. He was too block-headed and wasn't suitable for her. He was more suitable, wasn't he?

They had similar careers, they could understand each other, they could support one another. Wasn't that good?

"Because it is him," Yan Huan thought back to her previous life. All the things that she didn't know. Only now did she realize that the mistakes that she made in her past life were meant to be corrected in this life.

Because it was him, it could only be him.

"Let's go," she turned around. She wanted to reach the place earlier so that Lu Yi could bring her to eat lobsters.

Just as she took a step forward, someone pulled her neck.

"Am I not good enough?"

This was the first time Song Xihua liked a woman this much. He was known for his cold and aloofness in this industry and it was indeed hard for him to say something like this.

But he was indignant. He had met her.

Yan Huan stopped and turned around to smile at him. There was no meaning to it, just a simple and light smile. The wind blew onto her face as it landed between her hair. And in that instant, her face captured the intricate heart of this man.

"Am I not good enough?"

Song Xihua asked again.