"Of the forty-eight thousand words in this world..."
"Only the word 'love' wounds people most deeply..."
Looking at Lu Yuan's outstretched hand, Ya Fei let out a deep sigh.
To her, this question was not abrupt at all.
Perhaps, in outsiders' eyes, this relationship had begun far too hastily.
But one had to understand that her perspective was not the same as an outsider's. Even from the same perspective, two different people looking at the same matter could arrive at two entirely different conclusions.
From an outsider's point of view, she had merely rashly found a man to marry. Most pitifully of all, she might not even have a proper status. After all, among the confidantes connected to Lu Yuan that she currently knew of, there was Miss Xiao Xun'er, who seemingly could mobilize a Dou Saint-level expert; Zi Yan, the former top-ranked student of Canaan Academy's Strong Ranking, whose potential was extraordinary; and Qing Lin, bearer of the Azure Serpent Three Flower Pupils, recorded in ancient books as the nemesis of all Serpent Magical Beasts and someone whose limit could reach the Dou Saint realm. Those were only the three she knew about. As long as the girls in the Central Plains were not fools, they would likewise notice Lu Yuan's brilliance. This was a world where the strong were revered. Lu Yuan was strong, and that was one of his indisputable shining qualities. As for his eccentric temperament and mercurial moods, never mind that Lu Yuan had already returned to normal—even if he had not, given his previous psychological state, he was not someone who enjoyed being ruthless toward his wives and concubines.
Lu Yuan's ruthlessness was directed only at outsiders.
If you could trust him wholeheartedly—or, more directly and plainly, if you could hand your life over