Ji Wei trembled uncontrollably at Mo Qian's words.
They were suspended dozens of meters high in the air, with only a lush forest below. If the cable car were to fall, their chances of survival would be almost zero.
Facing death, Ji Wei couldn't help but be afraid.
But because Mo Qian was right beside her, she felt slightly calmer.
"I'm not afraid. At worst, we'll meet again in eighteen years."
Ji Wei tilted her head up to look at Mo Qian, her gaze burning bright. A faint smile even played on her lips: "The only regret I have is that I didn't get the chance to marry you and become your Mrs. Gu."
Mo Qian stared blankly at the beautiful face of the woman in front of him, his eyes beginning to redden.
He lowered his head, pressing a kiss to her smooth forehead, then tightened his embrace around her. His voice was hoarse: "We'll be fine. Trust me. Eighteen years is too long—I can't wait that long."
