The world is dreamlike, the colors are dreamlike, only the heart is real.
Her heart told her clearly that from this moment on, even death could not separate them.
Step by step, she slowly walked up to him, stood firm, stretched out her hand, wrapped it around his waist, buried her head in his chest, and said, "If I ever leave you again, break my legs."
The man laughed, his smile brighter than the blooming forsythia flowers, as he held her tightly and whispered softly, "I couldn't bear to."
At that moment, a soft sigh came from above the courtyard wall.
Gem Atkinson and Forsythia Brown both turned their heads toward the direction of the sound.
There, sitting atop the wall, was a charming young noble, leaning against it, one hand holding a pot of wine and the other propping him up at an angle, his narrow eyes seriously observing Gem Atkinson and Forsythia Brown's direction. Then, the charming young noble sighed again and said, "Happiness kills!"
