Chapter 2 Will Be Responsible

When Jiang Zhiluo thought of some things in that life, her heart ached uncontrollably.

In the previous life, she owed him.

He could have become a powerful minister who was famous in history books, but he did one wrong thing to protect her and rescue her from prison. He was cursed and doomed to eternal damnation, which resulted in the death of his entire family. He was even executed by slow slicing.

After she died and traveled through time, she thought countless times, if she had not provoked such a good man in the beginning, would he not have been executed by slow slicing, one cut after another, the pain of so many cuts!

He is so nice!

There were many memories she didn't dare to think about.

While Jiang Zhiluo was looking at Cui Hejin deeply, with tears in her eyes blurring her vision, Cui Hejin was also looking at the girl on the bed.

This was the first time he saw her clearly.

The girl in front of him was sitting there quietly in a bright red wedding dress, plain and gentle, like a solitary orchid in a valley, except that her eyes, as delicate as glass, seemed to be filled with a faint mist, as full as water.

Cui Hejin's cold expression softened, and he spoke in a clear voice, "Since you have become my wife, I will be responsible for you. I will give you the respect that a wife deserves. I'm sorry, I can't give you anything else."

Cui Hejin's voice is like the sound of a spring in the forest, ethereal and cool. It can easily stir people's heartstrings, but it can also make people wake up suddenly.

Jiang Zhiluo took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and said in a hoarse voice, "Well, I know. You said before we got married that it was me who insisted on marrying you, and you didn't have to feel burdened."

Her previous life wanted to marry Cui Hejin, and Cui Hejin also told her in a kind tone about his family situation and how he might not be able to give her love.

But the predecessor still didn't care and even jumped into the water to force Cui Hejin to marry her.

She owed him and felt sorry for him in her last life, but she would never make things difficult for him again in this life.

Cui Hejin's expression changed slightly. When he looked down at her, his picturesque eyes showed a hint of deep color, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, bringing out a breathtaking brightness.

He seemed to be feeling unwell and started coughing lightly, "Cough cough..."

As if worried that her words might be inappropriate, Jiang Zhiluo said softly, "What I mean is that we are already married now, and this is the case for now. I will be a good wife to you. If one day the time is right and you want to end this relationship, we can also divorce."

Based on her memory, she also knew that since he was married, he also wanted to reassure his mother.

Because in the ancient world, if a boy was not married by the age of eighteen, his parents would be anxious.

It is also because the Cui family is too poor now.

Moreover, their status as husband and wife made it easier for her to treat him well, at least to repay him what she owed him, which would make her feel better.

If she returns all that she is owed, perhaps one day she can leave freely without any psychological burden.

Cui Hejin sighed deeply and said, "Why bother with this?"

The corner of Jiang Zhiluo's mouth twitched.

She couldn't say that she was not her previous incarnation. After waking up like this, she could only live with this identity for the time being.

After a moment of silence, Cui Hejin said, "This is not fair to you."

Jiang Zhiluo blinked her clear eyes and looked at Cui Hejin seriously and said, "If you are not a fish, how can you understand the joy of a fish?"

Cui Hejin's cold eyes were filled with a shimmering color, as if he was thinking about something.

Jiang Zhiluo calmed herself down and thought clearly. She looked at Cui Hejin who was still standing not far away and said, "You must be tired too. Please sit down first."

As Jiang Zhiluo spoke, she took off the headdress from her hair and let her hair down, only then did she feel a sense of relief.

Cui Hejin did not sit down on the bed, but sat down at the table beside the bed.

Even when he was sitting, his back was as straight as a bamboo, and his whole body exuded an air of integrity and elegance.

There seemed to be a hint of chill in the air. After sitting for a while, he couldn't help coughing.

There is a sense of weakness, brokenness and illness in looking at them, which makes people worry.