Listening to their conversation, Xia Ningxing looked at the bouquet in her hands, and Lu Tingli's incomparably handsome face immediately flashed before her eyes, causing her lips to lift uncontrollably into a smile.
Calculating the time, she still had one year until she turned twenty, which was when she could register for marriage with him.
As the wedding neared its end, Xia Ningxing sent Lu Tingli a text message to ask if he was free to talk.
If not, then never mind.
The moment she sent the text, her antique phone rang almost immediately.
It was Lu Tingli calling.
Xia Ningxing answered, and immediately Lu Tingli's deep and pleasant voice came through, "Ningxing."
Those brief two words, not only pleasant enough to make one's ears pregnant, were also laden with profound affection and tenderness, as if stars were falling into them.
He no longer called her Baby Xing, as Xia Ningxing's own fans had started calling her "Baby Xing," stealing his private moniker for her.
