His lips curved upward, and the light in his eyes, gazing at the woman he loved, overflowed with tenderness and deep attachment.
The man wore a casual outfit with a cooking apron tied over it, blending a touch of domestic warmth into his inherent elegance. Standing under the golden glow of the lamps, he looked completely natural, still exuding an unparalleled refinement.
"Why did you come back so early?"
The girl's heartbeat quickened sharply the moment she saw him. A wave of emotion surged through her, finally settling deep into her bones. Her exquisite face involuntarily flushed—it resembled rose petals, alluring and captivating.
"How hopeless am I? Even now, I can still be floored by my own husband. Just how much do I love him…"
Lowering her gaze ever so slightly, Shang Xixia's eyes flickered restlessly, shimmering with a faint brilliance as she gently asked.
