Ling Tianyu suddenly stopped in his tracks. His sister-in-law's question left him unsure how to answer. He knew what she meant, but even if he had the intention to marry, he couldn't do it now.
It would be too irresponsible to let Yanran wait for him indefinitely.
Seeing him stop, Su Ruoxi looked up at Ling Tianyu. She reached out to straighten his clothes with a face full of doting affection, "I will only be at ease if you get married; it will also put my mind at rest. I swore in front of your brother's grave that I must see you get married and have children. Otherwise, your sister-in-law will have broken her promise."
"I—" As he spoke, Ling Tianyu's throat tightened, struggling to go on, not daring to meet his sister-in-law's gaze. His brother's death had always been his anguish, an indelible pain. Even with boundless wealth, heavenly medical technique, and great abilities, nothing could compare to a complete family.