บท 1443: The Sword Spirit’s Strange Grudge

As Chu Yang embraced her, he lowered his head slightly, pressing his forehead lightly against Mo Qingwu's clean and smooth forehead. He said softly, "Is there anyone in this world whose tears aren't salty… Whether it's royalty or ministers, commoners or gods, demons or saints, sadness, bitterness, heartbreak and hopelessness… They all feel the same to anyone…"

Mo Qingwu listened to what he said, stupefied. Then, she suddenly reached out her little hand and swiped lightly at the corners of his eyes, wiping the remnants of his tears away. She said seriously and softly, "Big Brother Chu Yang... I promise that you will never be sad in the future."

Smiling and as though making a vow, she said, "I won't ever make you sad. Even in my next lifetime!"