In the serene and elegant White Jade Tower, where everyone's thoughts were more complex than the last, Chu Lian'er now lay in Fang Yang's arms, her eyes sweet as honey—gazing at him as if with pools of spring water, longing to stay by the Demon Lord's side whatever might happen, never leaving him.
Moreover, by the look of envy and jealousy from those women, she knew she had made the right bet.
It proved that the Demon Lord was indeed worth entrusting her life to; otherwise, those women wouldn't have been so envious.
From then on, she would no longer be like a piece of duckweed in the wind, constantly withering.
Instead, she would be the woman of the Demon Lord, and she believed that no one would dare to insult her ever again.
"Wait for me, I will certainly come back. And when I do, I will solve all your concerns."
