"I so wish I could marry you and take you home right now."
Every time he returned to that home meant for just the two of them, he fantasized that as soon as he opened the door, he would see her. Together they would dine, walk, or stay in the study, one reading, the other attending to official business... Such peaceful and warm days had appeared countless times in his dreams.
Through Xiao Ruiyuan's eyes, Mo Yan felt as if she could see into the depths of his heart. She couldn't help but wrap her arms around his waist to comfort him, saying, "I'll mention it to my father. It's just that my father is getting married this year, so at the earliest, we'd have to wait until next year."
Her father hoped she would marry at eighteen. On one hand, it was because he cherished her; on the other, he wanted to see if Bro Xiao was reliable. From her father's treatment of Bro Xiao, he was clearly satisfied, and if she were to bring it up, her father might not insist.