The Newlywed's Sweet Honey: Husband, Pamper Me to the Bone!

Chapter 779 There is Only One Yan Sijue in This World

"Hmm, let’s watch together."

He spoke and sat down on the ground, then pulled forcefully, making Mu Yiliang involuntarily fall into his arms!

She glared at him, but the man was unconcerned, gently holding her waist and letting her lean against his chest without speaking further.

For a moment, silence fell between them.

Mu Yiliang’s hand by her side involuntarily clenched. For her, this quiet companionship was more difficult than his jokes and laughter.

She could only find a topic: "Si Jue, how many guests are coming to the wedding in three days?"

He rested with his eyes closed, and upon hearing this, said softly, "Less than a hundred."

"So few..."

He chuckled, "Since I’ve broken ties with my family, in fact, most of the guests are your friends."

Mu Yiliang calculated, and it seemed to be true; she had sent invitations to all her closer friends.

"Will the wedding be live-streamed?" she asked curiously, "Internet users are really looking forward to it."

"Do you want it to be live-streamed?" He opened his eyes and asked with a smile.

Mu Yiliang firmly shook her head, "Of course not! Just let them have a few photos to satisfy their curiosity."

He laughed, "Alright, whatever you say."

As he spoke, he pulled her closer into his embrace. Mu Yiliang leaned on his chest, feeling his heartbeat gradually become more intense, causing her own heartbeat to speed up, following his rhythm.

Like a small animal, she rubbed her cheek against his chest.

This gesture made his gaze soften.

"Yiliang," his voice was somewhat hoarse, "I’m so happy."

So happy that she was finally becoming his wife.

"Hmm..." Mu Yiliang felt a sourness in her nose, the rush of tears, and she could only try hard to hold them back.

She knew that everything he did was ultimately for her.

Parting was to stop harming her; erasing her memory was to stop her suffering. At that time, he wasn’t confident he could heal his own heart, so his decision was also pushing himself to the brink.

And reappearing by her side was also to make her happy.

Mu Yiliang recalled how, on the big screen before, his loneliness penetrated to the bone.

This year, while she lived unaware, how did he spend each day? She... couldn’t even imagine.

To return to her side, how much effort had he put in?

Just thinking about it, she couldn’t blame him, nor could she bear to let him go.

Those gentle, affectionate gazes, the long, tender whispers, were like webs that completely ensnared her, making escape impossible.

There is only one Yan Sijue in this world.

And only he can give her the deepest, most unforgettable love, the most profound, enduring tenderness, the grandest, most passionate sweetness.

So much so that the hurts and the sadness were something she simply couldn’t dwell on.

This time is no different.

So, even in anger or sadness, she couldn’t bear to let him down.

The man extended his hand, gently stroking her long hair.

"Yiliang?" He seemed to sense something.

She still buried her face in his chest, gently shaking her head.

But Yan Sijue felt his chest becoming slightly damp, inch by inch, soaking into his heart.

His heart ached, and he lifted her face to see tear stains spread across it, his expression changing at once!

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing... I was just really moved..." she whispered, placing her hand over the back of his.