Yang Shaolun stared at Lin Haihai’s back in a daze. Strands of her hair and the hem of her robes fluttered with the night wind. He hugged her tightly from behind and leaned his chin against her ears, holding in his breath as if it could stop the pain in his heart. Lin Haihai closed her eyes as tears rolled down from the corners. Her love was buried prematurely in the soil before it even had a chance to sprout.

“Don’t leave me, I will handle everything.” His promise appeared to be extremely weak and powerless. Lin Haihai turned around and threw herself into his arms, wanting to remember the warmth of his embrace for the last time. 

“Don’t leave me. Even if I can only watch you from afar, it’s okay. I promise you that I really won’t do anything to you. I promise!” Yang Shaolun hugged her firmly, his body slightly trembling. 

Lin Haihai said nothing. She felt at ease in his arms, and didn’t want to talk or move. 

“Haihai, promise me that you won’t leave. I’m okay with not seeing you. As long as I know you’re here and fine, I’m okay with not seeing you. Just please, don’t go!” Yang Shaolun resorted to begging in a low voice. This emperor had already given up on his dignity. 

Lin Haihai stayed in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. She used all her strength...