Getting closer, Jing Haohao clearly saw the photo on the tombstone in front. It was a face she was all too familiar with.
Her father and her mother.
Liang Chen waited for Jing Haohao to come closer. He reached out his hand, took hers, and stood shoulder to shoulder with her in front of her parents' tombstone. Then, he slowly began to speak, his voice trembling slightly in the windy wheat field, "Dad, Mom, I'm Liang Chen. From now on, I'm Haohao's husband."
Such ordinary self-introduction filled Jing Haohao's eyes with tears instantly.
Yes, she had become someone's wife. She herself hadn't thought to come and tell her parents, but Liang Chen, after receiving their marriage certificate, was the first to bring her here to share the news.
After Liang Chen finished speaking, he slowly turned around, took out the marriage certificate from her bag, then squatted down, knelt on the yellowish-brown earth, and opened those two marriage certificates facing the tombstone.
