His eyes were fixated on her, unblinking, as if he was afraid of missing something.
Instinctively, Su Nian clutched her clothes tighter and mumbled, "Why are you here?"
Gazing at her, Zheng Haoyu quickly stepped forward and embraced her, "You are my wife. Where else would I be if not where you are?"
His words penetrated Su Nian's heart deeply. It turned out that she had misunderstood him earlier; he had not left.
She allowed him to hold her, momentarily forgetting any shyness, and her heart was filled with happiness.
Just a moment before, she had cursed Zheng Haoyu inside her mind hundreds of times. Now, she was being held in the arms of the man she loved.
So, this was what happiness felt like, she thought. It was so simple.
With some greed, Zheng Haoyu inhaled her unique, fragrant scent. She was his treasure, his little wife. He would never let go of her hand in this lifetime.
After a while, Zheng Haoyu let go of her, a smile in his eyes. He softly asked, "Are you hungry?"
