The delicate voice quickly changed its tone, "Oh no, husband—"
Pacified by her deliberately elongated and tender cadence, the man gently stroked her back and finally spoke up, "What's the matter?"
Mu Xiangwan shifted slightly in his embrace, her thick lashes fluttered a few times before slowly lifting. Her languid gaze fell upon him, "Do you have time tomorrow?"
"What do you want to do?" Su Chaoyang looked at the woman in his arms, his voice gentle and doting.
Mu Xiangwan nestled deeper into his embrace, "I was thinking, if you're free tomorrow, we could visit your hometown—I feel it's time I pay my respects at your parents' graves. Even though they've passed away many years ago, this is something I should do as their daughter-in-law."
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Chaoyang could no longer suppress the urge to hold her tightly, as if shaken by some profound emotion.
