"Yan Sijue, what do you... really take me for now?" she inadvertently muttered.
The man's eyes flickered, and he smiled tenderly, threading his fingers through her hair: "Have you forgotten? We're already married. So, you are now my wife."
Wife.
She paused, looking up at his gentle profile, a pang of bitterness rising in her heart.
"But you said you don't love me. If you don't love me, why did you marry me?" she asked, refusing to give up.
Yesterday before the wedding, his second personality had already appeared; if he didn't love her, he could have canceled the wedding entirely.
Yet, his attitude showed that he cared immensely about the wedding, even more than before.
Slowly, the man combed through her long hair, chuckling softly: "Have you forgotten? Our wedding was highly regarded. People need a romantic love fairy tale, so I cannot let them down."
His lips curled slightly upward, seemingly mocking her innocence.
Mu Yiliang's heart was blocked!
