Reaching out to pick up Jing Muchen's clenched right hand, Su Ruowan used both her hands to open his fist and interlocked her fingers with his. Then, her cheeks were red and there was a trace of shyness and determination in her eyes. She looked straight at him and said word by word," Jing Muchen, ever since I was injured and hospitalized, my heart has only been set on you." So, tomorrow, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our marriage certificate, okay?"
Jing Muchen looked at the gentle and shy little woman in front of him. Her hands were firmly interlocked with his. Her dark and bright eyes were staring at him without blinking. The clarity and attachment in her eyes could not be faked.
He reached out and pulled Su Ruowan into his embrace. He stroked her soft black hair with one hand and slowly spat out the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.
