"Hiss."
Around the bonfire, a gasp resounded as everyone looked at the scene with incredulous eyes.
"Miss, you may have misunderstood; like you, I am also..."
Lin Qingluo removed the flower wreath and subconsciously tried to explain.
"No need to explain."
Ah Ruhan cut her off before she could finish: "You are the one I have in mind. From today onwards, you will be my husband."
"Cough cough."
Lin Qingluo's hand trembled as she held the flower wreath, resisting the urge to throw it away.
"Ah Ruhan, how could you choose her as your husband?"
"Yes, how is she worthy of you?"
"You are the pearl of our grassland; how could you marry a foreigner?"
The grassland warriors, who had been eagerly hoping to form a beautiful bond with this beauty, became furious. Fueled by alcohol, they gathered around and glared at Lin Qingluo with hostility.
"Cough cough."
Lin Qingluo lightly coughed twice, subconsciously wanting to argue.