Mo Zhiyun's heart suddenly trembled as she looked up and met his eyes.
Even the smoke couldn't hide the deep love and passion in his eyes.
&Quot; Zhizhi, you don't know how happy I am to be liked by you, but ... &Quot; she paused, then continued with a sense of loss. &Quot; our relationship is like the clouds and mud. I'm also afraid that I'll lose your love one day. &Quot;
"I've never cared about your family background." &Quot; otherwise, I wouldn't have married you in the first place, " mo Zhiyun said indifferently.
To her, the person she liked was the most important.
"I know," Lu He Yun lowered his head and sighed, " the more you act like this, the more I feel that I'm not worthy of you. The more I don't know what else I can give you. &Quot;
"Zhizhi, you always think that I don't like you ... But if I don't like you, why should I marry you?"
