Husband's Hometown Customs?

At that moment, Xiao Yan knelt on one knee, smiling as he made the exact same gesture he had on the battlefield that day.

However, compared to before, he was clearly more serious and composed now, showing none of the previous awkwardness, as though he had practiced it hundreds or thousands of times in his heart.

A faint ray of light from outside the hall fell upon Xiao Yan's face. His expression shifted from a smile to calmness, a calmness that was almost tense.

"Actually, ever since Sound Valley, I've always wanted to say this."

Xiao Yan spoke softly. "Everyone misunderstood our relationship. From beginning to end, they kept trying to bring us together. Perhaps to them, it seemed only natural, but in truth, it was like sailing against the current. One misstep, and we could fall into an abyss."

"I think you felt the same way." He raised his head. "Otherwise, how could the enchantress I admire possibly show a man any favor?"

Hun Ruoruo was slightly stunned. Her unfocused eyes gazed at their intertwined hands, her lips parting faintly.

The person he admired... was once me?

"At a time like this, why are you saying such things? You... are you plotting something bad again?"

A trace of unnaturalness suddenly flashed across Hun Ruoruo's face. For some reason, she instantly lost her earlier composure.

Xiao Yan shook his head and smiled candidly. "I was just thinking that, since we've come this far, perhaps it would be more appropriate for us to say it first."

"Xiao Yan admires Hun Ruoruo, and Hun Ruoruo also likes Xiao Yan. They don't need anyone to bring them together, nor is there any reluctance or discord between them. The two of them were meant to be together."

Hun Ruoruo's pupils suddenly contracted.

In that