Yue Lian blinked, then answered subconsciously, "Yes, I love him very much."
Love that was too deep to extricate herself from.
"That's great!" Su Yingxue energetically patted Zi Wei on the shoulder, "Zi Wei, you must treat your wife well. When we get back, I will prepare a dowry for you! I, as the host, can't be too stingy!"
Su Yingxue's mind was filled with happiness for Zi Wei.
Behind her, Su Hao called out to her, and she went off first.
Only when her footsteps had faded did Zi Wei dare to turn around, watching her retreating figure, his heart brimming with longing.
Yue Lian seldom saw emotions in his eyes, seeing him like this, she smiled wryly, "You've missed her for so long, why didn't you say anything?"
She had witnessed how cold-hearted he could be.
The emotionless assassin, who never displayed any feelings.
But when he had just seen Su Yingxue, he had embraced her eagerly, like an earthquake or an erupting volcano.
His love for her was intense.
