Qin Zixiao looked at the guests below the stage, some he knew, others he didn't, but all of them came to offer blessings to him and Li Xin.
Glancing at Li Xin across from him, her face featured delicate makeup, her willow brows arching gracefully, a lovely smile gleaming on her petite face.
Yet, for a fleeting moment, Li Xin before his eyes... transformed into the visage of An Xiaoyu. There she was, smiling sweetly, calling out tenderly: "Zixiao brother!"
Zixiao brother…
Those four words echoed in his ears, lingering in his mind…
He recalled scenes from his childhood one after another…
He still remembered her crying so heartbreakingly by the lotus pond.
"I'm not a thief!"
"Hmm, I believe you!"
He gave her an apple.
"Don't worry, this isn't a poisonous apple conjured by an evil Empress with magic! So… you won't get poisoned like Snow White!"
Then, she broke into a smile through her tears.
