"Xiao Muchen, Are we married?"
The shivering in Wang Yue's body was visible to his eyes. He was surprised by a sudden question that was very crucial at the point where they both were standing.
He felt strangely compelled to answer and submit to her despite being clear from the first. He wanted to say only what she wanted him to say.
But that was the thing, he didn't know what she wanted as an answer from him.
He couldn't even find his voice to answer back, Wang Yue speaking in a miserable tone that left no place for his thoughts. Only her thoughts, her wish seemed to matter for him. Xiao Muchen swallowed thickly, emotions flooding his chest before he looked at her deep brown eyes.
Her eyes were gazing deep down in his soul but his passive face was making it difficult for her to understand what he was thinking about marriage with her. Was he angry? Was he sorry? Or he felt nothing about what happened in the temple.
