Her left hand was injured, so Zhou Jingwei wouldn't let her pick up food by herself, saying he would take care of it for her.
Cheng Weiyue knew that someone like him rarely had the chance to take care of others.
She was not one to be ungrateful. Her eyes fixed on Zhou Jingwei, they were so full of mirth they seemed almost ready to brim over.
Seeing her so pleased with herself, Zhou Jingwei couldn't help smiling as he asked her, "What's the matter? Why the secret laughter?"
"I just feel so blessed, Zhou Jingwei. My mother used to tell me, 'A fortunate girl does not marry into an unfortunate home.' Do you think I'm very blessed?"
Zhou Jingwei had realized that since the girl had directly declared her wish to marry him yesterday, she had been quite straightforward.
So after listening to her, he laughed, with a hint of a sigh and indulgence, "Aren't all girls your age unwilling to marry?"
