... On a city wall, a man with black hair, smiling, said to the beauty beside him.

"Yan Xi, that woman must have died, so it's good to marry you."

the beauty glanced shyly at the man.

"I don't have that beautiful face. Why do you love me?"

the man's smile deepened and he put his hand around the beauty. From the angle that the beauty couldn't see, the face and mouth of the man's clothes were taunted, but the voice was still so gentle.

"Yan Xi is arrogant and domineering. I prefer a beautiful wife and mother!"

"you must not lose me." Women are naive.

"No

the man's eyes...