Only the name of husband and wife, but none of the reality?
Seeing that line of writing, Chen Changming raised his brows, deeply shaken.
He had thought Su Luo had come to him as a persuader sent by Su Qingshan, or perhaps to pressure him.
He had never expected that she had come to help him.
She was using her own marriage—
Using a marriage in name to trade for his safety, and for his chance to learn the latter half of the cultivation art. And the reward she sought was merely for him to treat her Heaven-Muteness affliction once in the future.
For Su Luo, this was a desperate gamble.
She was gambling on his character, on whether he could truly break through to the peak realm in the future, and on whether he would be willing to act on her behalf when that time came.
And what she herself had placed on the table was the only thing she possessed—her marriage, her life.
Chen Changming fell silent for a moment, his gaze lingering on Su Luo's face for a long time.
On that delicate little face was a courage and resolve he rarely saw.
Though she was mute, though she had been pushed to the fringes of her clan, her heart was brighter and cleaner than those lofty people.
"Thank you, Miss Su Luo, for making this possible!"
Chen Changming cupped his fists and said courteously, "I promise you, I will cure your Heaven-Muteness affliction. Not merely try—I will cure it. Today, I, Chen Shan, give you my word!"
"Just treat me once. If it can be cured, then cure it; if not, then forget it. You don't need to put too much pressure on yourself."
Su Luo looked up at Chen Changming, gratitude showing on her face