In the winter, the wind in Nanguang was a little cold. It was cold on her face, but Ye Jian's heart was as warm as the sun. Her soft voice was filled with passion, and Zhou Yijin fell deeper into it.
"I met the best version of him and received his best love. Yijin, your sixth cousin and I got the best of each other and will continue walking this path hand-in-hand. I believe that you'll meet someone one day and get the best love. You'll spend the rest of your life together with that man.
"One day, when you meet the best man and have the best love, you'll understand why your sixth cousin and I don't ever feel a distance in our hearts despite being so far apart."
After Ye Jian finished speaking, the tears on her face had dried up. Her eyes were as bright as water, without a trace of gloominess.