Mù Qiānxún was somewhat dazed.
Ou Zun was truly good-looking beyond words. He was the most handsome man she had ever met. His royalty-like aura shone wherever he stood.
During military training, his uniform, rebellious stride, proud expression, and domineering personality all sum up to one thing — he was absolutely handsome!
He was the type that women would flock towards.
Now, looking so serious, yet gentle, he resembled a prince.
The true prince riding a white horse in fairy tales.
With her arm supporting her chin, Mù Qiānxún gazed at him with amused curiosity. "Ou Zun, why did you insist on becoming engaged to me?"
This was a question she should have asked a long time ago.
Why her?
There were countless women in this world who were better than her in many ways. She was neither a young miss from a wealthy family to match him, nor was she the Cinderella type found in melodramatic plots. As for a man like Ou Zun, how could it be her turn?
