On the night of my escape from marriage, I became the "dead mother's substitute" for the ascetic heir in the prairie.
He took me in, but warned everyone: "She is just like, a shadow."
Until the family ceremony, his mother's silver bracelet automatically recognized its owner and was locked on my wrist, never to be taken off again.
The whole clan was in an uproar. Lechuan pinched my waist under the moonlight, a storm raging in his eyes:
"Who are you? Why did she even choose you for her relics?"
Later, my painting exhibition "Prairie Starlight Only for You" caused a sensation throughout the city.
The man who once said that I was just a "shadow" knelt down on one knee in front of everyone and pushed the group shares and another heirloom silver bracelet in front of me.
"Qingyuan," his voice was hoarse and no longer as cold as before.
"The starlight of the grassland, the scepter of the group, even me -"
"From beginning to end, it's just for you."
