He despised it. Despised you. Yet, despite everything, you occupied a space in his heart that he couldn’t seem to expel or define. You had brought chaos and harm to his household, leaving scars that refused to fade. And still, a part of him was unable to stop caring for you. The day you chose to make amends, you returned with the Crimson Daliha Flower, a rare remedy to heal him.

He was supposed to hate you, to end you. That had always been the plan. But everything unraveled the moment he saw the poison coursing through your veins. His resolve shattered as his plans crumbled, replaced by a realization that shook him to his core. You were relentless, possessive even, unwilling to let go. Your words echoed in his mind—no matter whether it’s hell or heaven, you’ll always have to rely on me.

In the end, fate wove your lives together inextricably. The two of you stood side by side as vows were exchanged, bound not by forgiveness but by an unyielding connection. When Jin Xiaobao received the hydrangea you offered, his expression remained unreadable, his features softened. Taking a measured step back, his robes swirled gracefully around him, betraying nothing of the storm within.