Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

The water gradually cooled, and the rising mist faded, revealing the mottled marks on the screen that had been dampened by the moisture.

Yun Shuyao leaned against Xiao Fang's chest, her fingers still loosely resting on his shoulder, the tips of her fingers slightly wrinkled from being soaked in hot water.

Xiao Fang lowered his head and touched her forehead with his lips, saying in a hoarse voice:

"The water's cold, get up."

He casually grabbed a dry towel draped over the screen, wrapped it around his arm, and then picked him up horizontally.

Candlelight shone through the screen, bathing the curtains in a soft, honey-colored glow.

Yun Shuyao was nestled in the brocade quilt, her long hair spread out.

She looked up at Xiao Fang, whose eyes were looking down at her.

His gaze was filled with undisguised heat, yet it also held a hint of restraint, as if he were waiting for her to speak.

Yun Shuyao did not avoid his gaze, but instead moved further inside.

This is a silent invitation.

Xiao Fang's eyes darkened further, but he did not move immediately.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, turned to look at her, and reached out to tuck the damp stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear.

His fingertips glided across her cheek, resting on her chin, and gently lifted her up.

"Why are you being so proactive today?"

Xiao Fang's voice was low, carrying a hint of inquiry and amusement, but a trace of unease was hidden deep in his eyes.

Yun Shuyao knows him too well.

The more casually someone talks about it, the more they care.

She knew what Xiao Fang was thinking.

The person kneeling outside the door, those past events, those grudges that he never asked about but always lingered in his heart.

Xiao Fang needed confirmation; he needed her to tell him completely and without reservation that she was his.

Yun Shuyao grasped his hand, their fingers intertwined.

Listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat was like hearing some kind of silent vow.

"Xiao Fang."

She looked at the man whose eyes were not calm, and spoke in a low voice, but every word was clear and firm.

"In both my past and present lives, I belong only to you."

He knew it, but his pupils still suddenly contracted.

That sentence seemed to have some kind of magic; his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his lips moved but no sound came out.

His kiss was deep and urgent, his breath hot and disordered, and a low sigh escaped from his chest.

Yun Shuyao was almost breathless from his kiss, but she didn't back away even an inch.

He was like a wild beast whose fur had been stroked, letting out a low groan from deep in his throat.

The breath was hot and rapid, spraying all over the nape of her neck.

"You are mine."

Xiao Fang suddenly spoke, his voice muffled against her neck, each word seeming to be squeezed out from his chest.

Deep-set, stubborn, with an almost childlike domineering air.

He looked up at Yun Shuyao, his eyes still red, but more than that, they held a fragile seriousness.

"Did you hear me? You're mine. This life, the next life, and the life after that—you're mine!"

Yun Shuyao stopped herself from saying what followed, thus giving a reply.

She was much gentler than Xiao Fang, soft and tender.

Xiao Fang held her hand, his intention to protect her was obvious.

Yun Shuyao sat up and took the initiative.

This action made both of them pause for a moment.

Xiao Fang lay on his back, his dark hair spread out on the pillow, his eyebrows slightly raised, looking at her from this angle for the first time.

A fleeting look of surprise crossed his eyes, only to be swallowed up by the rising darkness.

His lips were red from her kisses, slightly parted, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

It wasn't his usual lazy, slightly sarcastic smile.

It is a genuine, heartfelt joy, like a child who has received candy.

"Shu Yao".

He called her, his voice low and hoarse, with a slight upward inflection at the end.

Yun Shuyao's long hair hung down from both sides, like a curtain separating them from the outside world.

She lowered her head and kissed his forehead, then the bridge of his nose, then his lips, each kiss as gentle as a feather falling on water.

She imitated his previous manner, somewhat clumsy, but not timid.

Xiao Fang suddenly tilted his head back, letting out a suppressed groan.

Yun Shuyao's hand rested on his chest, her palm resting on his heart, which was pounding like a drum.

She chuckled softly.

"What are you laughing at?"

Xiao Fang's voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed on sandpaper.

"Laugh at your heartbeat."

She said she drew a circle on his heart with her finger.

"It's even faster than mine."

Xiao Fang reached out and grabbed her mischievous hand, his five fingers weaving through hers and holding it tightly.

"You are mine."

He repeated it again, this time his voice wasn't as hurried as before.

Instead, they slowly grind out each word from between their teeth.

It was as if they were reciting some unshakeable vow.

With each word he spoke, his hand around her waist tightened, locking her firmly in his arms.

"I am yours."

Yun Shuyao looked at him and responded earnestly, word by word.

She raised her other hand, which he wasn't holding, and stroked his cheek, gently wiping the corner of his reddened eyes with her thumb.

"This life is yours, and all the years to come will be yours."

Xiao Fang stared at her intently, his gaze so intense it seemed he wanted to crush her whole being and embed her into his very bones.

The gloom in his eyes—the dark cloud that had been looming over him since he returned home—finally began to dissipate, inch by inch.

"Xiao Fang."

Yun Shuyao whispered very softly in his ear.

"I'll stay here; I'm not going anywhere."

He didn't respond, but she felt his arms around her waist tighten a little more.

Yun Shuyao felt a sudden pang of sadness in her heart.

Xiao Fang's eyes suddenly widened, and he instantly lost all ability to think.

His breathing became completely disordered, but he was certain of one thing: Yun Shuyao truly loved him.

Yun Shuyao seemed to be telling him something that words could not convey.

Before long, Yun Shuyao started panting and acting spoiled.

"I'm exhausted, I have no energy left."

Xiao Fang chuckled softly, taking the initiative.

"Then let your husband do it, you just enjoy yourself..."

Yun Shuyao wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Their breaths became ragged again, and the bed curtains, somehow, were swayed down by their rubbing.

A thin veil gently draped the candlelight, filtering it into a hazy golden hue.

Two overlapping shadows were cast on the gauze curtain, whispers and gasps mingling together.

Filtered layer by layer by the gauze curtains, only a few vague, gentle sounds finally drifted out of the curtains.

"You are mine."

"Yes, I am yours."

"This life, and the next life."

"They're all yours."

The gauze curtains swayed gently, the candlelight flickered red, and the mandarin ducks embroidered on the brocade quilt were crumpled, their intertwined necks overlapping, making it impossible to distinguish which one was which.

Outside the mansion gate.

The next day, the heavy door finally opened a crack.

An oil-paper umbrella was held up in the rain, and the person under the umbrella was dressed in plain clothes with a cold expression. It was Yun Shuyao.