"Xuexue."
"Hmm." Xiao Wanxue responded helplessly once more, not understanding why her husband seemed to have turned foolish on their wedding day.
Putting aside Xiao Wanxue's confusion, Yang Mengchen outside the bridal chamber was sporting a dark expression. Although her elder brother was usually a man of few words, he wasn't so dim-witted, especially at such a time. Even if he wasn't adept at sweet nothings, he should at least say something pleasant.
As if he heard Yang Mengchen's thoughts, Yang Chengrong continued, "Xuexue, I will treat you well for a lifetime, I will never let you down."
"Men should be as steady as rocks, wives should be as gentle as reeds," Xiao Wanxue started, then with a resolute tone, she made her vow.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chengrong's dark eyes suddenly shone like stars, his voice warm, excited and firm: "Reeds are tough like silk, rocks never shift."
