On the night of the substitute marriage, Lu Jingshen held her chin with cold eyes: "Remember your identity, you are just a substitute."
But later, he pampered her and turned her into the most delicate princess in the city.
Facing her doubts, he smiled lowly: "It's not a substitute, it's the person who is close to his heart."
This marriage, which started as a transaction, eventually made him unable to extricate himself from love and addicted to preference.
