She never chose an epithet before; this one was chosen by him for her.
Zhu Yu, meant to imply "drenched by rain."
Choosing the epithet at the time was merely an act of spite, intending to humiliate her, but… Yitang Zhu Yu still sounds pleasant.
Pressing his forehead briefly, Chen Yi let out a long, heavy breath.
The deeper he sank into this world, the more he preferred to treat it as a past life, rather than merely the first record. The memories involving Zhou Yitang grew heavier day by day.
Just as Chen Yi finally relaxed his brows, a slight tug came from the hem of his clothes behind him. Turning his head, he saw Lin Wanxiao clutching the corner of his garment.
"Uncle…"
She called softly.
"What is it?"
As the question fell, a warm fragrance wafted to his nose. Chen Yi opened his mouth slightly, only to see her dive straight into his arms.
Ah, so it was a beauty trap.
Lin Wanxiao's cheeks flushed crimson as she lowered her voice and implored softly:
