Mo Yan threw herself into the man's embrace, her tears wetting his garments. "You are foolish... you're such a big fool..."
Xiao Ruiyuan held the woman tight, his face adorned with an indulgent smile. "Therefore, in this life, we must cherish each other, grow old together, and in the next life, we must still be together."
Inside the man's embrace, Mo Yan nodded vehemently, unable to utter a complete sentence beyond nodding.
Xiao Ruiyuan sighed and tightened his arms around the woman, his eyes brimming with tenderness and contentment as if it were about to spill over.
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Xiao Ruiyuan returned to Lord Wei Yuan House in a cheerful mood, which had reached Zi Hour. To his surprise, as soon as he entered his courtyard, he was greeted by the two people he least wanted to see.
"You let them in?" Xiao Ruiyuan gave a sharp look at the iron-faced Xiao Xiong and the pretentiously comforting Lady Wei, then shot a piercing gaze towards Xiao Eleven.