"Who wants to look at you?" Beiting Huang grumbled irritably, "Didn't you say you'd come out on your own? I'm waiting for you to come out. I certainly don't want to visit you in prison!"
Yan Ye could imagine Beiting Huang puffing up with anger at this moment, just like when she stood atop the roof and he asked her to come down, yet she stubbornly refused, only to end up in his arms eventually.
"Huang'er, your husband misses you so much... that I can't even refine anymore!" Yan Ye had initially wanted to trick her by saying he had forgotten what she looked like, but he found that such words were simply too harsh to utter.
Unless he didn't want to see her ever again.
A marital bond for all eternity—just thinking about it made Yan Ye feel blessed. She could never run away again, but he also needed to treasure her like the precious gem in his palm, after all, there was only one Beiting Huang in the world.
