Xuan Mu spoke, his voice already choked with emotion.
The past was like smoke, and he was the only one drowning in it.
As for her, she had forgotten everything completely.
He couldn't blame her, nor bear any resentment. He could only say a few more words to her now, before she was married, and he was wed.
In the future, once she was someone else's wife, he wouldn't even have the right to approach her.
"Nuannuan..." Xuan Mu called out softly.
He hesitated again and again, "I think, I think..."
Xie Zhinuan, seeing Xuan Mu like this, felt her heart racing.
He, he mustn't speak carelessly.
She truly felt guilty, but guilt wasn't love; she didn't like Xuan Mu.
To her surprise, Xuan Mu suddenly asked her, "Do you think that Flower Lantern is beautiful?"
Xie Zhinuan followed the direction of his gesture.
The Flower Lantern was hexagonal and exquisitely made—it really was very pretty.
She nodded slightly.
"Wait here, I'll win it for you!"