Gu Jingchen extended his elegant hand, reaching around the petite Shang Xixia's back, gently wrapping his arm around her slender waist. Everything was so natural, yet carried an air of nobility, radiating the calm and soothing essence of time's tranquility.
The sunlight outside the window grew brighter. Suddenly, a beam fell directly on the petite woman, jolting her abruptly from her daze.
The young lady extended her soft, pale hand and opened the car window. The fresh air from outside immediately seeped in through the window, clearing her thoughts and brightening her emotions. At this moment, she looked at the two marriage certificates in her palms—those vivid, striking colors were even more glaring to her now.
Honestly, it was overwhelming.
Tears began to fall from the young lady's eyes, one drop after another. She tried hard to wipe them away, only to find them flowing more uncontrollably.
Until her delicate face was entirely covered in shimmering tears.
