With a "hiss" of tearing cloth, the meticulously crafted wedding dress was torn apart. Xin He was truly furious and in pain. When would this man ever change his violent ways?!
But under the current circumstance, it was best to try and appease this man, or else she would be the one to suffer.
"I don't want you not to kill him, but you have to consider that he is Elder Duan's only legitimate son, right? If you openly oppose Elder Duan like this, how will things be in the future... uh..."
Mu Houchu covered her mouth with his body, interrupting her.
Xin He could feel the persistent, oppressive aura of death, unable to be suppressed even by his desire.
He was genuinely angry.
But why was he so angry? They were already married, and her choice from beginning to end was him, wasn't it? Even when she had once been utterly disheartened by him, she had never considered Duan Lan. What was there about this man worth getting so angry over?