He was filled with guilt, but even more so with emotions.
His previous life lingered, this life unforgettable, she, Zhao Jingruo, the Taichu Female Saint, was the beloved wife he had chosen.
Zhao Jingruo's delicate hands were tightly interlocked with his, their grip firm, her eyes brimming with tears, a sorrowful beauty that could eclipse the sun, moon, and stars, her smile like a spring breeze stirring the hearts of people, her tears softened the world.
No words were spoken, but actions said it all.
The Taichu Ancestor watched with a bitter smile. Over the years, many exceptional prodigies, even genuine young True Kings, and proud heroes from the Emperor's lineage had pursued her.
Yet, their affections seemed restrained, lacking genuine warmth, their faces devoid of smiles, veiled in frost. Only in front of this man, once renowned across the Heavenly Ten Thousand Domains as the reincarnation of the Combat Saint King, did she show such tender shyness, like a coy young girl.
