On the wedding night, a quarter of an hour of a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
For Miss Jun, a quarter of an hour was truly very precious. She stood in front of Fang Chengyu.
Despite having the finest tailor make the wedding clothes, Fang Chengyu’s clothes looked too big for him.
This was because he was sitting in his wheelchair, unable to stand up.
From above, he seemed to be much smaller.
Miss Jun smiled.
"Sometimes I think of asking why are you so foolish, why don’t you believe what I say?" she said. "But then I think that it’s quite normal. People see things differently, think differently."
"Miss Jun is very bright," Fang Chengyu said with a smile. "She knows that some things are hard for people to believe, regardless of how they are said."
Miss Jun grasped the wheel chair.
"Enough now. Let’s not waste time," she said.
