After witnessing An Ning's seriousness, Sikong Wuyou stopped teasing her and sighed, "You're such a little fool."
"Do you like this little fool?" An Ning asked him, looking up.
Sikong Wuyou replied just as naturally, "Of course, I like you very much."
An Ning laughed brightly.
Sikong Wuyou helped An Ning tidy her newly tousled hair, but this time, his touch was extremely gentle.
"Little fool, these aren't from me, they're prepared by your future mother-in-law." Sikong Wuyou said, picking up a small fox fur cloak beside them and dressing her in it. He continued, "Her biggest regret in life is that I wasn't a delicate daughter whom she could dress up as a little fairy. But now, she should have no regrets..."
Though Ye Jiu had never shown disappointment in front of him, Sikong Wuyou wasn't naive enough not to notice her feelings.
Looking at the carriage piled with belongings, most of which were pretty clothes and small jewelry.
