Trying to Murder Your Husband

Chu Liuyue's heart turned into goo as she looked up and gently pecked his lips.

Slightly cold and soft.

"Rong Xiu, I'll be your family in the future, okay?" She moved half an inch back, stared into his eyes, and said it ever so seriously.

Even without Rong Xiu voicing it, she could still feel his lonely aura as if it was exuded from his bones. His hand was cold, and so were his lips, but she felt that his heart was warm.

If he is alone in this world, I'm willing to accompany him forever as the love of his life and his closest kin.

She didn't want to ask further; she only knew that he was him.

Everything else had nothing to do with them. No matter if he were Country Yao Chen's Seventh Prince or Your Grace from a certain aristocratic family, it didn't matter. What mattered was that they belonged to each other.