Yan Qing's mind flashed with an image, of Ling Hua in her phoenix crown and bridal robe, but the person standing opposite her during their wedding vows was not him.
This caused him, upon hearing her words, to freeze for a moment.
But it was just a moment, and another image flashed in his mind. It was the day of his grand wedding with Ling Hua, after they had paid their respects to heaven and earth, when she sat on the ground, feigning an inability to move. He had carried her back.
Thinking of this, Yan Qing smiled, hooked her hand with his, and held it tight, his voice gentle, "Alright, these are your words. Words once spoken, like water once spilled, cannot be taken back."
Ling Hua thought to herself, indeed, her Fourth Brother's deductions must be correct. She mentioned wife, mentioned the only one, and he had been momentarily stunned.
