Gu Qibao was moved to tears, remembering the words Di Mingjue had said to her before their marriage.
"Gu Qibao, marry me, and I will grant you a city of your own, a lifetime of tender care."
At this moment, she was truly overwhelmed with emotion, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.
It turned out that the man who once seemed so high above and coldly beautiful was now fulfilling his promise.
He cherished her in the palm of his hand, showering her with love, a lifetime, a person, a city.
Gu Qibao looked up at Di Mingjue, and through her tear-blurred eyes, she saw this tall man staring intently at the scene in front of him where people were collecting red envelopes and sharing joy.
His normally icy face was overflowing with a very gentle smile, which significantly softened his inherent aloofness.
Yet, his head remained high, the noble and handsome look suffocating.
With tears in her eyes, Gu Qibao's lips curled into a sweet smile.
