After Yan Nanxun sent a message to Hou Muyan, he looked down at the woman lying in his arms. Hou Tingfu hung her head, only showing him the crown of her head.
Her fingers clutched the quilt on Yan Nanxun's body, her fingertips sliding over the sheet again and again.
She was still frustrated that her image had completely collapsed, and she didn't even have a chance to salvage it.
Just as Yan Nanxun was about to speak, Hou Tingfu suddenly lifted her head, her dark and bright eyes staring straight at Yan Nanxun.
"You said you loved me, didn't you?"
Yan Nanxun blinked, he indeed had said those words of loving her.
"Since you fell in love with me, you are not allowed to regret it! No matter what I become, Yan Nanxun, you must always love me!"
Hou Tingfu, as if she was taking a leap of faith, said to him seriously.
The man's eyes overflowed with a brilliant smile, "Yes, I will always love you."
