Anjue wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her into his embrace, resting his chin on her head, holding her as they sat on the marble window ledge. Her hair hadn't grown out yet, and every time he touched it, it would slip through his fingertips, so he could only place his hand on her head, touching both her hair and head together.
It just looked a bit like coaxing a child.
He smiled and said, "We're married."
"Mm."
"We are a family now."
"Mm."
"You are finally mine."
"Mm."
"Let's live well together from now on! I'll be good to you, spoil you; if you want stars from the sky, I can even pluck them for you."
"I don't want stars."
"Then what do you want?"
"Freedom."
Anjue's expression tightened, "We're already married, and you still want to leave me?"
