Hearing the Attendant Student's words, Yang Ming felt his heartbeat quicken, his hands clumsy, and his mind in a daze. The woman claimed to be his wife — didn't that make her his bride?
He charged breathlessly to the entrance, gasping with unsteady breath, and arrived in front of Xiaoxiao. Without saying a word, he intently stared at Xiaoxiao, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
His face was full of surprise and excitement. It was truly his bride. His bride could actually be so beautiful; beautiful to the extent that he hadn't recognized her.
Seeing her husband's reaction, Xiaoxiao wondered if she had startled him silly. She waved her hand in front of her husband's eyes, "Husband."
"Wife, is it really you?"
"..." How could he still be doubtful, who else would call him husband? It seemed he really had lost his senses, "Do I look good?"
