Chiyin saw her pouting face, her brow lightly furrowed, and quickly cooed:
"Alright, alright, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have joked with you just then, I should have listened and cooperated with you right away."
"Axuan, don't feel aggrieved. I feel heartbroken when you frown, like I deserve to die."
His voice was urgent, his brows furrowed even more fiercely than hers.
Lu Fengxuan's mood was fleeting, arriving swiftly and dissipating just as quickly. With his coaxing, the discomfort in her heart also dissipated.
"You made me angry, you owe me an apology." Her pride returned, regal like a queen.
Chiyin, without a hint of grace: "I apologize, it was my fault."
"Alright, since you apologized, I will graciously forgive you this once." Lu Fengxuan's delicate chin tilted up slightly.
During her pregnancy, before she started having morning sickness, she ate well, but didn't gain weight on her body; her cheeks were thin, yet still stunningly beautiful.
