Late at night, a man still sat in front of the computer, caressing the screen softly with his hand as he looked at the enlarged photo on the screen.
The photo on the screen was unmistakably that of Su Liuying, a sweet and incomparable image captured by the reporters at the reunion.
Her face wore a smile, her hand resting on the necklace at her throat, the ring on her finger flashing with dazzling light.
From the photo, it was clear that Su Liuying was in a very good mood at the time, which could be judged from the smile overflowing on her face.
"Liuying, how could you marry him just like that?"
The man's low voice was filled with a strong sense of unwillingness as his slender fingers caressed Su Liuying's cheek through the screen.
"Don't you know that I like you too? From the very first moment I saw you, I fell deeply in love with you!"
