"Let's get married!"
Xiao Yi looked at Fang Qingzhu in his arms with deep affection and said softly.
Though they had long been married in name, neither the simple ceremony when he joined the Fang Family, where not even the parents were present,
nor the wedding held later after Xiao Yi achieved some success, when Fang Qingzhu was taken back to Baiyu.
Not even when Xiao Yi stormed Baiyu alone.
Emerging victorious among the Tianjiaao's offspring,
winning the martial contest for marriage.
The grand wedding that followed.
The final outcomes were all disrupted, none were perfect, or even complete enough to be called a wedding.
This had always been a burden on Xiao Yi's heart.
He even once felt cursed, thinking he was fated never to wed successfully!
Otherwise.
Why would something tragic happen every time he tried to get married?
Sigh!
Xiao Yi sighed deeply, gazing at Fang Qingzhu in his arms.
Fang Qingzhu's eyes were misty.
