"She is very beautiful now, right?" Guo Sirou took a sip of tea.
"She is very beautiful, even more than before." Guo Zhenghe smiled. No matter whom he was facing, his face always had a smile. It made people feel like he was an approachable person, which was why his new colleagues and bosses showed their appreciation to him.
"Did you decide to marry her after seeing her face?" Guo Sirou asked. As his elder sister, she felt like she always knew her brother. But, as time went on, she found she could not understand her younger brother anymore.
"Yes." Guo Zhenghe did not deny it. No one would marry a person who could die at any time and was ugly, especially if he had ambitions in his heart.
"If you can say it when the scarf on her face hasn't been removed, things will be much easier. Now, it will be much harder," Guo Sirou said.
