"I will become beautiful."
Fu Yunhe knew that Nian Shutong was talking about something else; she would be fine, wouldn't hurt, and wouldn't let him worry.
"Actually, you look pretty good this way too."
Fu Yunhe looked at Nian Shutong and continued, "I'm about to go to the battlefield, leaving a wife at home who is both powerful and beautiful. I worry a lot."
"This is much better."
Nian Shutong turned around, pointing a finger at Fu Yunhe, "Are you implying that I'm so ugly it's safer?"
"Um? Who said that? Did someone say that?"
Fu Yunhe pretended to look around left and right, searching the surroundings.
Nian Shutong slapped his head and pointed to the bed, "Sit down and we'll talk."
Fu Yunhe looked at the bed and sighed, "I guess I can only sit on the bed."
Nian Shutong asked cheerfully, "What else did you have in mind?"
"Nothing, don't overthink it."
The two of them sat on the bed, talking about the recent events.
