Gu Zhaohan had never been so excited before.
It was as if the gates of his dreams were finally opening right before his eyes.
Brilliant golden light poured out from inside.
Just by pushing open that door, there would be another world, one filled with the fragrance of flowers, the chirping of birds, and vibrant colors.
It was the moment he had longed for, the world he had yearned and thirsted for all these years.
Gu Zhaohan felt he was about to be overwhelmed.
He watched, without blinking, as the staff created the marriage certificate.
Every step they took seemed to him like crafting fine art, delighting the eye.
But Xia Yangyang's icy voice suddenly snapped Gu Zhaohan back to reality.
Xia Yangyang spoke, "Gu Zhaohan, have you sent out the email yet?"
Gu Zhaohan didn't expect Xia Yangyang to be so impatient.
Yet at this very moment, he still seemed wrapped in the fantasy of his own happiness.
Gu Zhaohan had no desire to upset Xia Yangyang; he even wanted to please her.
