C1537 Ethereal Movement

It was night.

Tonight, Yue Wuxin was supposed to accompany him, but she was not sleepy, as though a mountain was pressing down on her heart, her face full of worry.

Yue Wuxin leaned against his chest, pressed her face against hers, and looked up at Dian Feng. Then, she smiled: "Back then when I lived in Dian Mansion, Grandfather also revealed my husband's current complexion