These words drew another thunderous round of applause, even Old Master He had red-rimmed eyes.
Fu Han turned her head to look at He Xing, only to find his eyes were not much better, with red veins faintly visible as if there were glistening tears. His white, obsidian-like eyeballs completed a pair of eyes that were shockingly memorable and moving.
Strangely enough, after Fu Han regained some of her memories at the observatory, she felt a deeper sense of identification with marrying He Xing. She was also crystal clear that she now had a good impression of He Xing, one that had become no different from affection.
Yet, when she actually stood on the stage, she suddenly became calm. The previous feeling of blood boiling violently throughout her body had disappeared.
She felt that everything should be just like this, and even felt as if she had seen this scene in a dream before; now, she was merely reenacting the dream.
