If That Duck Were Mr. Huo...

The evening breeze whispered gently, its coolness blending with the icy demeanor of Huo Qing'ang, creating a harmonious symphony. The deep resonance of a cello flowed from his fingertips, melding into the crimson twilight like a drunken haze. Seated in his wheelchair, he possessed a regal aura, both subtle and unrestrained.

His profound eyes, akin to boundless oceans, seemed indifferent to the worldly matters before him. Gu Pianpian, who had returned from delivering items to Gu Xizhou, watched him quietly, instantly captivated by the scene.

In her heart, she couldn't help but sigh, "Heaven truly is unfair, bestowing upon Huo Qing'ang such perfect looks and exceptional intelligence." Yet, in a moment of reflection, she realized that this extraordinary man was her husband.

Gu Pianpian felt that, in her own way, heaven had been fair to her by granting her Huo Qing'ang, even though it often felt as if she didn't truly possess him.