To call someone husband was something You Xiaochan did not want to do.
Even if she was overwhelmingly willing to be Xie Tian's woman, her character wouldn't allow her to express her emotions so directly and passionately.
Yet she did shout it out.
Because she knew, maybe only these two words could conquer the decisive pain in Xie Tian's heart, making the figure that had half turned away, ready to use the celestial lamentation, stop.
But she still wasn't at ease.
Whish!
The face armor disappeared, revealing a pale yet charming face, and the constantly trickling blood at the corners of her mouth added a touch of melancholy to her face.
Melancholy like a knife, it cut painfully into Xie Tian's heart, and ultimately wiped out the last bit of decisiveness in his mind.
Once the decisiveness dissipated, the surging love occupied his heart.
