Xiao Chen certainly remembered that he was about to marry Nan Sheng, yet another woman occupied his heart. That was very inappropriate, and he now felt more guilt toward Nan Sheng.
He stepped forward, embracing Nan Sheng: "I won't regret marrying you."
Upon hearing these words, Nan Sheng smiled, but tears soaked his robe, jokingly she said, "Brother Xiao, if you don't run away tonight, you'll never escape the palm of my hand in the future..."
"Then I shall happily reside in the palm of your hand," Xiao Chen said as he tightened his grip on Nan Sheng's hand, and they entered the Spring Breeze Pavilion.
Nan Sheng looked at their clasped hands and felt the need to clarify: "The comparison of my Spiritual Artifact to Qinghe's in the sect today was not spread by me. Now, I just want to cultivate in peace and don't wish to quarrel with Qinghe anymore. Do you believe me, Brother Xiao?"