"Cough, cough, cough, cough."
Song Yiyi awkwardly fell to the ground, her mouth filled with grass leaves. Just as she was about to spit them out, her gaze froze.
On the steps above.
The man was as handsome as a God, his black eyes rebellious, thin lips curling up with a regal aura like the divine light above him, noble like an emperor.
It's him!
Song Yiyi recognized him at a glance, a look of infatuation in her eyes, a smile on her lips. She had finally seen him again.
"Husband." Lan Xin Ai looked at Song Yiyi on the lawn, in a rather indecent posture, yet she was still smiling, then turned to look at Xi Yemo.
Husband?
Song Yiyi was looking at Xi Yemo when she suddenly heard this word, and her gaze slowly shifted.
Under the sunlight, the woman's delicate face was as beautiful as jade—a beauty she could never attain.
At this moment, she was nestled in his arms, the scene picturesque like a painting. Clearly within reach, yet entirely untouchable.
