"Psycho." Mu Qianyue spat out the words coldly.
The sky was a bright blue, the lake shimmering, and under the willows by the shore, the young couple stood hand in hand, a picture of harmony and beauty, yet the atmosphere was far from pleasant.
In the distance, Nalan Jing observed the scene before him, a complex, shadowy light flickering in his eyes like pale purple glass.
"Wife, so here you are." A voice as clear as a song among the clouds resounded.
Mu Qianyue turned her head and saw Nalan Jing approaching. Hurriedly, she shook off Nalan Ye's hand. Somehow, a sense of guilt rose within her, as if she'd been caught having an affair.
Oh my God!
Why am I feeling this way?
Aren't I just pretend-married to him? Once the crisis at Duke Zhen's mansion is resolved and I grow stronger, I'm bound to leave.
As Mu Qianyue's thoughts flew chaotically, Nalan Jing had already come over and held her hand. "Wife, your hand is so cold."
"The wind." Mu Qianyue snapped back to reality.
