"To suddenly get a wife, why be angry?" Ye Xuan glanced at Zhou Youwei displeasedly.
Zhou Youwei stared blankly at Ye Xuan.
Moments later, Zhou Youwei's face broke into a smile.
Ye Xuan smiled faintly.
Everything remained unspoken.
Time seemed to freeze in that moment.
In the past, outsiders always said that Ye Xuan was not worthy of Zhou Youwei. They would say Zhou Youwei's marriage to Ye Xuan was like a fresh flower stuck in cow dung or a pearl covered in dust.
But those were ultimately just the words of outsiders.
Zhou Youwei didn't care, and neither did Ye Xuan.
That was enough.
In that moment, Zhou Youwei was still stunningly beautiful. She was like an Ice Lotus on the Heavenly Mountain, naturally carrying a breathtaking charm. Her exquisite beauty could devastate nations. She smiled gently, her demeanor tender as she faced Ye Xuan.
