Du Family Yunluo.
Just four words, yet they carry great weight.
Mu Lianxiao was slightly stunned, suddenly reminded of the flower melon that had been sent to the study during the Qixi Festival, the grand dragon boat, the intricate drum stand, and the drummer who bore a striking resemblance to him.
He had often wondered what kind of woman his fiancée was, and how she observed the scene from the riverside so vividly?
And now, here she was before his eyes.
So, the hands that carved that flower melon were pale and tender like fresh green onions;
So, the one he was to marry was such a beautiful and delicate person.
Even better than he had imagined.
Only, at their first meeting, he had made her cry, that earlier fall must have been quite hard.
If he had known it was her, he would have...
"Did it hurt when you fell?" Mu Lianxiao softened his tone, gentle yet slightly apprehensive.
