Ou Lan tightly embraced Zhan Moxiao, listening to his words of self-blame, yet she smiled slightly, "Don't blame yourself. Being able to ease your pain makes me truly happy. If the person who could save you wasn't me, I might have regretted it for the rest of my life because then I wouldn't have met you."
She tilted her small face from his embrace and looked at him, "Was it grandfather who concealed the fact that you were afflicted by a poisonous gu, making you marry me, right?"
Zhan Moxiao looked at her, "Do you hate grandfather?"
Ou Lan shook her head with a smile, "I don't hate him, in fact, I'm very grateful to him, grateful for gifting me such a wonderful husband."
Zhan Moxiao felt very fortunate, yet also ached with tenderness. He cupped her small face, saying, "If, in the future, anything happens to you and Jia Xuan, I won't continue alone."
