Willing to Marry You as My Consort

Gu Zhixin was choked, his face turning pale and green alternately.

Qitian Yu, who was standing beside him, naturally hoped that Gu Zhixin would quickly kowtow and apologize so that Gu Qingluan would let them go.

But he had a feeling that she wouldn't let them off so easily.

This woman was completely different from five years ago as if she had become a completely different person.

Was she too deeply affected?

Did she really have no feelings left for him?

Qitian Yu clenched his fists.

He couldn't believe that her feelings for him would be completely abandoned.

Taking a deep breath, Qitian Yu suppressed his killing intent and anger, raising his eyes with deep affection, "Qingluan, seeing you like this, it really pains me... I know what you want. Stop making one mistake after another! As long as you let go of your resentment, I am willing to marry you as my consort!"