"Ziye—" She turned around, wanting to see her grandmother once more.
He firmly turned her head back, his voice slightly deep: "Don't be like this, Shen Jiayin, it's not like you won't see your grandmother again in the future."
She lowered her head, deeply feeling she'd done wrong.
She was his wife now, and in the future, she would still be her grandmother's granddaughter, that wouldn't change.
The two of them took a taxi from outside the community gate, returning to their own home.
As they walked into their home, the door was open, and looking straight in, the new red wedding quilt on the bed, bright and auspicious, evoked all the happiness of the previous day.
She touched her chest, feeling her heartbeat: Bang! Bang! Bang! So powerful, so strong...
He entered the door, undoing the button of his collar, yet walked to the kitchen to find some water to drink.
Seeing him seemingly avoiding her back view, she suddenly gathered her courage and called: "Ziye—"
