Just the thought of getting married to her beloved Brother Jun soon filled Nangong Zilan's heart with sweetness, and she had already begun to fantasize about the scene of their wedding.
At this moment, even though Dongfang Jun was smiling, there was not a single hint of joy in his eyes, only a shade of gloom. Engulfed in her happiness, Nangong Zilan failed to notice this...
"Muer," Ye Wuchen's lips brushed past Mu Ruyue's ear tip, Purple Eyes smiled and said, "Wait for me here. There are some matters I need to handle."
"Wuchen..."
"Muer, as my wife, I will not allow you to suffer any harm! Even though you never care about others' words, I cannot tolerate it! From now on, all you need to do is stand behind me, and I will handle everything..."
Mu Ruyue's heart warmed, and a shallow curve formed at the corners of her lips.
Ye Wuchen said no more. His purple gaze shifted to Liu Yu, whose complexion was as pale as death.
