The thought of abducting her and keeping her as a hidden mistress had crossed Lu Ziyuan's mind only once before he instinctively vetoed it.
She was the girl he had vowed to cherish since he was twelve, so precious that he could never bear to treat her as an inconspicuous mistress.
And he couldn't just hold her without clarity.
If he were to win her back, it must be dignified and proper, with an eight-carriage procession to embrace her as his wife.
With these thoughts, Lu Ziyuan's expression warmed slightly, and his gaze revealed a touch of gentle tenderness.
Xie Wanqing was already disturbed by his unpredictable moods, and she was the first to look away.
The autumn breeze blew gently, the Jade Pendant pressing against her skirt gently swayed. Just as Xie Wanqing took a step inside, the door quietly closed behind her, making her inevitably a bit tense.
