Ou Zun felt a heavy gloom in his heart.
But as he thought about it, he suddenly burst into laughter.
Looking at the little figure in his arms, her eyes sparkling brightly as she gazed at him, all of his masculine pretensions melted like spring water.
He kissed her enticing red lips.
"My fault."
He had always been fixated on Mù Qiānxún not recognizing him, yet he hadn't realized it was his own foolishness back then.
Now that he thought about it, he found it inexplicably amusing.
Mù Qiānxún recalled that the person back then was Ou Zun and felt a warm glow in her chest. Her tiny hands tightly clutched the fabric of his shirt above his chest, her heartbeat spinning out of her own control.
So, all the emotions in this world are truly delicate and subtle.
Everything has already been arranged for you by fate.
