Seeing her smile, Wei Chen couldn't help but feel as though he had won the jackpot in life. This girl was simply too precious. She was far too considerate, to the point that it sometimes seemed as though she didn't even try to live for herself.
Wei Chen walked over to her and kissed her forehead.
"No matter what, if you change your mind, just tell me, okay? It's only a few points deducted from my contribution score. As long as I keep doing a good job, I can always earn more," Wei Chen said softly as he gently stroked her hair.
Dream Butterfly smiled at her husband but didn't say anything. She simply shook her head and took a sip of her cold tea.
— Meanwhile —
At the square, Mo Xingyao had come out to receive the procession, her expression a complicated mixture of annoyance and nervousness. She was annoyed by the emperor's excessive formality and self-importance, which had turned what should have been a simple visit into a much bigger affair than necessary.
