"It's so complicated." Fu Han found a comfortable angle to lay her head in He Xing's arms as she looked up at him, "Can't it be simpler? Having to do so much makes me not want to get married anymore."
"Pish, pish, what are you saying?" He Xing tapped Fu Han's forehead, then smiled and persuaded her, "When has getting married ever been easy? But the harder it is on the wedding day, the more you'll look back and feel that the ceremony was hard-earned, and you will cherish it all the more."
"Where did you read that toxic chicken soup?" Fu Han rubbed her forehead. In reality, the tap from He Xing didn't hurt at all, but she still pouted and pretended to be unhappy, "I just want a simple marriage, to make my grandpa happy. Don't make it so troublesome. It reminds me of the day Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe met the parents."
