He forced a smile, still standing in place, facing Chu Yunyun's gun formation, sharp and fierce beyond compare.
"Zhu Yi! You got one thing wrong. The marriage between Yunyun and me wasn't because of that ghost marriage, but was arranged by my father, Chu Fengge. Over the years, Yunyun and I have shared joys and hardships, and I've long since considered her my wife."
Chu Yunyun's emotions stirred slightly as she looked at Chu Xisheng, her eyes softened a little, yet they could still pierce a person with countless holes, freezing the heart.
Ween Zhiyi heard this, and her brows furrowed slightly, then she smiled faintly, a bitterness, helplessness, and self-mockery evident in her expression.
Chu Xisheng continued to face the incredibly sharp gun formation, staring at Chu Yunyun: "Yunyun, I know what I'm about to say might make you angry, but I still want you to hear me out.
