Fu Yong's heart suddenly welled up with tender affection. Some things are better when they are allowed to come to fruition naturally.
The next second, Hua Tang heard him say in a low voice, hoarse with emotion, "It's getting late. Get some sleep."
Bewildered, she felt the pressure confining her body leave.
Her emotions were muddled. This man should be the closest person to her, but she had only known him for a few days. Moreover, the truth of her identity weighs heavily on her mind.
Mu Chi had no idea she was a substitute bride.
She had thought about bravely admitting to him that she was not Hua Ning; she was Hua Tang. But every time the words reached her mouth, she would hesitate.
With Mu Chi's fiery temper, if he realized that the Hua family lied to him, god knows what he would do.
She looked at the sandbag in the courtyard, saw the hole punched through it, and immediately dispelled the thought.
