"Brother Han." Song Ci rested her chin on the back of Han Zhan's hand. She gazed at him, her lovely eyes clearly reflecting Han Zhan's image. "Let's go get registered today."
Song Ci's words surprised Han Zhan.
He went silent.
After a few moments, Han Zhan suddenly said, "You don't mind taking photos in your neck brace?"
Song Ci said, "I have many existing photos suitable for the marriage certificate. Give me one of your solo photos, and I can easily photoshop us together to make a wedding photo."
Han Zhan was thinking, 'She really has so many tricks up her sleeves.'
The two of them hurried over to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to get registered. In a blink of an eye, Han Zhan was sitting in the car and staring down at the red marriage certificate on his lap. Thinking of what had happened, Han Zhan suddenly felt it was all very absurd.
