Xia Nuannuan stood up immediately and said, "I'll- I'll see you out."
As the both of them walked out of the apartment, she turned to him. "Mr. Shen—"
"We're getting married, you should stop calling me Mr. Shen. I'll call you Nuannuan from now on, and you can call me Zihao," he said to her.
For a moment, she was stunned. She lowered her gaze and nodded. "Ok, Zihao."
Zihao.
When she said his name, she made it sound as gentle as water.
The expression in his eyes darkened as he nodded.
He got into the car, started the engine and drove away.
As her gaze followed the car quickly disappearing into the distance, she had a certain sense of loss.
For some reason, she felt that this whole situation around the marriage was quite unreal.
As she contemplated this, his car suddenly turned around.
