"I know." Meng Xinian looked at her steadily. Of course, he knew she was willing to marry him, but not today, not now.
Right now, her heart was filled with worry and concern, and going to complete the formalities with him seemed like it was just to save him from waiting. What about her own feelings?
"Little, I hope that when we go to get married together, our moods will be in sync. Our minds will only be on this one thing—we'll go register together, excited and relaxed, and after registration, we can happily experience the change in our identities."
Meng Xinian reached out to tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, and couldn't help but pat her head, "But right now, you're more worried about Uncle Six. After we register, you'll definitely want to rush back to the hospital."
