It was as if she were snow held in her hands, and if she breathed on it even slightly, she would melt away.

Su Wanwan's soft body seemed to melt in his arms, her eyes glazed over and turned into a pool of water.

His face showed pain, and his brows were furrowed.

Lu Xingjian's hot breath fell on her face, and his thin lips kissed her brow, trying to smooth out the wrinkles that were furrowed.

The Empress Dowager's brow was often furrowed, forming a deep crease, as if it had been carved in.

How old is Wanwan?

So delicate, so vibrant.

He didn't want the character "川" (river) to be etched between her eyebrows.

His slender fingers gently caressed her cheek.

He said with heartache:

"Is it unbearable? It's my fault, I just miss you too much."

These days, they are together almost day and night, inseparable.

But he still said he missed her terribly.

Su Wanwan's heart trembled.

Her slender fingers gently stroked his angular face.

"No, I like it very much."

Lu Xingjian hugged her tightly, "Wife, from now on we'll live our own little life and not involve others."

Su Wanwan blinked her beautiful, dreamy eyes.

How is that possible?

Bearing such a identity, they are like being in the eye of a storm.

Pulled apart and fought over by different forces.

How could someone just live their own little life without involving others?

Before she could speak, Lu Xingjian's attitude hardened: "Anyway, you're not allowed to mention anyone else in the future. Remember that."

Su Wanwan gently ruffled his thick, black hair and said softly:

"Okay, go to sleep early, I'm very tired."

You see, he can be genuinely gentle when he's being gentle, but he can also be genuinely domineering when he's being domineering.