At some point, Lian Jing had appeared behind her. He looked at her blank ribbon and frowned. He said sarcastically, "I didn't expect you to be so pure-hearted."
Shen Yin jumped and hurriedly turned to look at him. "Aren't you going to write?"
Lian Jing pursed his lips and did not answer her question. Instead, he asked, "What do you wish for?"
"I would like to wish for money, but this place is for marriage," Shen Yin answered matter-of-factly.
Lian Jing raised his eyebrows and looked at the greedy and heartless woman in front of him. He suddenly chuckled and nodded in approval. "Very honest. Then I know what to write."
Shen Yin looked at him distrustfully. Lian Jing reached out to hold her from behind. He covered her eyes with one hand and held her hand tightly with the other. Together, they wrote two words on the red satin: Lian Jing.
