"A lifetime has passed, and I certainly don't want to spend eternity with you," Qiao En jested.
Zhou Jin'an took it seriously, immediately snatching the marriage certificate from Qiao En's hands, "No way, I want this, and now that you've registered with me, you can't regret it. From now on, don't even think about escaping from the palm of my hand."
As he spoke, he made a gesture like the Five Finger Mountain.
Qiao En laughed, her eyes curving into crescents.
"Okay, I won't run."
It was at the moment of receiving the certificate that Qiao En realized making decisions wasn't so painful after all.
On the ride back, their fingers intertwined, they chatted like two naive children, speaking the simplest words intermittently.
Finally, Zhou Jin'an asked seriously, "What kind of wedding do you want? I want to create the most romantic memories for you, making you the most beautiful bride in the world."
But he forgot, Qiao En had a psychological shadow about weddings.
