On the deck:
Mu Wan nestled in Qin Mu's arms, her eyes downcast, lost in thought.
Every time Qin Mu saw Mu Wan like this, he knew his little wife had something on her mind.
Mu Wan's temperament was cold, she liked to keep many words in her heart, not expressing them outwardly.
Perhaps it was due to the years spent relying on her mother.
Therefore, every time he saw his wife looking pensive and with something weighing on her heart, Qin Mu felt an indescribable ache inside.
Shit... he only wished he could have met his wife sooner, to cherish her properly, instead of being like a jerk all these years without knowing there was a girl quietly liking him for so long.
In fact, when he first met Mu Wan, he had even hurt her.
"What are you thinking, Xiaowan?"
