She now belonged to him, as his lawful wife, as his exclusive possession. Whenever he desired, he could see her, kiss her, dote on her, love her. This feeling was indeed so wonderful.
It was as if an object you had coveted for more than twenty years suddenly became yours. The emotion, the joy, and the cherishment were all indescribable.
Besides, Di Xiaxia was not an object. She was a person who could respond to him. For him, it felt like he owned the entire world.
Indeed, when he thought about the past, there was inevitable bitterness.
Yeah, wouldn't there be bitterness after a twenty-year wait?
He remembered the times when he saw the younger Di Xiaxia pursuing Mingjue, and he couldn't help but question himself.
Was it because he wasn't good enough?
Or he wasn't outstanding enough?
Otherwise, why was it that among equally handsome brothers, the one Di Xiaxia fancied was Mingjue?
