Chen Ruo Jinyang

After Lin Chuyang was escorted to her door by Tan Ruyan, she suddenly got mischievous. “Our paths end here. This is far enough. Now that we're saying goodbye, I'm afraid we may never meet again.” As she spoke, she even squeezed out a few tears, looking as though she'd been wronged.

Tan Ruyan furrowed his handsome brows, then soon chuckled. “If you think our bond is too shallow, I'll go ask your father for your hand right now. Once you come of age, I'll marry you and we'll be together every day. But you might miss me terribly during the two years before you come of age, so don't shut your window all the way at night...”

Seeing the girl's cheeks turn faintly red, his heart stirred and joy welled up inside him. He couldn't help feeling that all those years of waiting had not been in vain.

The gloom between the brows of the man she later rescued was even harder to ignore.

He often spoke of his elder sister, saying that no one could match her skill at the zither.

In the bridal chamber, the woman's jade-white hands clutched her wedding dress. The door opened, and as she heard footsteps drawing near, her heart leapt with excitement.

“In the end, you became my wife.”

“Yes,” the woman replied with a soft smile.