Feeling the small head in his arms nudge, Zhou Mu hurriedly adjusted her to a more comfortable position and picked up a nearby cool blanket to gently cover her.
Gazing upon her peaceful sleeping face, the frustration in Zhou Mu's heart dissipated like bubbles vanishing into thin air.
A gentle kiss landed on her porcelain forehead, and Zhou Mu felt that after a life spent in the military, having such a fine woman by his side made this life worthwhile!
He had thought he would end up alone, but heaven smiled upon him, and he met her!
Be she a lost soul from another world or a haughty rich brat, once she entered his heart, he would never let go.
A lifetime!
Zhou Mu's Purple Palanquin was made of exquisite rosewood, wrapped in purplish-red canvas all around, and except for a pair of purple, gold dragons poised for flight on the hook canopy at the front of the carriage, there were no other decorations.
Yet this Purple Palanquin was, without a doubt, a symbol of Zhou Mu.