The banquet hall was teeming with esteemed guests, and after a couple of steps, Mi Yao didn't even know who had tripped her. As she stumbled, about to fall to the ground, a large hand caught her delicate waist and pulled her into an embrace. The motion was gentle, yet it carried a steady strength that protected her from injury. Her eyes lit up with joy, and she immediately tilted her head back to smile at her savior, calling out in a soft, relaxed voice, "Husband..."
Her voice abruptly stopped, choked by embarrassment. The person who had steadied her was not Huai Fu Yueming, but... Fanno.
Fanno's countenance, clad in red, magnified in her line of sight. She had never known a man could be so breathtakingly stunning, with a face like flawless jade, truly without compare in the world.
She immediately felt awkward and stuck out her little pink tongue, saying, "Young Master Fanno, it's you. I thought it was my husband... Oh right, congratulations on your wedding."
