Although Ou Mucen didn't quite understand, he felt the urge to laugh…
Having known her for so long, this was the first time she showed such an expression in front of him, like a child, naive and innocent – and actually, that wasn't so bad.
At the very least, all the things that once hurt her, that once filled her with hatred, were completely gone from her mind.
Ou Mucen looked down at her and saw in her eyes, as she gazed back at him, nothing but his own reflection. His heart softened, and he reached out to touch her face, "Alright, it's your 'needle'."
"Mm…"
The girl sitting in the wheelchair was also pleased, "Then what should I call you?"
It was a strange feeling; even though it was her first time seeing this man and this world, for some reason, she just liked having that kind of relationship with him – one that felt like it was only theirs.
When the man heard her ask what to call him, he immediately became serious, "Husband!"
"Husband?"
