Step out of the shop.

On the bluestone path, Ying Qian examined the sachet in her hand, her eyes sparkling.

Chen Wenzhi's gaze shifted from her face to her palm. The delicate sachet embroidered with lotus leaves and flowers was about three-quarters the size of her hand.

"Why jasmine?" A voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Ying Qian lowered her eyes, her laughter pleasant. After a long while, she looked up and asked, "Are you that eager to know?"

“Yes,” he answered firmly.

“Then I’ll tell you.” Ying Qian smiled slightly. “My mother once made me a sachet with only jasmine flowers.”

"Only jasmine?"

"Yes, only jasmine."

Chen Wenzhi stared at the sachet, his heart filled with complex emotions, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"You really like sachets? Shall I make one for you?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Qian's eyes widened involuntarily, wondering if she had misheard. She stared suspiciously at Chen Wenzhi's serious expression. "What did you say? You can embroider? Or do you know something else..."

Chen Wenzhi's face flushed red, and he muttered, "I lived with my grandparents when I was little... My grandmother was an embroiderer when she was young, and she was very good at embroidery... I often watched her and learned from her."

"You've been hiding your true abilities!" Ying Qian gave him a thumbs up, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth. "I'm going to consider you my treasure now!"

This is the first time she's ever seen a boy who can embroider!

Ying Qian thought for a long time, then shook her head and said, "But I don't want you to embroider anything for me."

"Then what do you want?" Chen Wenzhi's voice was clear and sincere.

"Just stay with me!" Ying Qian said earnestly, expressing her thoughts and feelings.

In return, Chen Wenzhi replied, "Okay."

Her needs were simple: she just wanted someone to be with her, like a doll she had when she was a child, to keep her company in her life, someone to talk to in the empty room.

At first, Ying Qian always felt that what she felt for Chen Wenzhi might not be love.

But now she's quite certain that if this isn't love, she'll have to redefine love.

Chen Wenzhi was different from others. He said, "Ying Qian, have you ever thought that love has no definition?"

"That makes a lot of sense. It seems that love really has no definition."

She looked slightly tipsy.

Chen Wenzhi laughed at her for being silly, but Ying Qian grabbed his hand and said seriously, "Then I'll just stay silly. Anyway, you're the only one who can accept my silly self."

Upon hearing this, Chen Wenzhi felt as if his heart had been pierced by those words. He instinctively pulled her into his arms, held her tightly, and gently stroked the prominent shoulder blades on her back with his thumb.

Ying Qian's empty hands also pressed against his back.

She was pinned against the cement wall, but her back couldn't touch the rough surface. Chen Wenzhi was using his hand to cushion her fall. She hurriedly said, "Let me go right now, or your hand will get scratched again."

"See? He's not stupid; he can worry about people."

"..."

A hug is so heartwarming.

I wish time could stand still at this moment.

Why can't time stand still? Why is that?

Ying Qian was going crazy. She desperately wanted time to stand still. She looked into Chen Wenzhi's eyes with her watery almond-shaped eyes, hoping to find similar thoughts in his deep eyes.

He was just a little more obsessive than before, otherwise he was no different.

Just as Ying Qian was lamenting that she was the only one caught in this whirlpool of love.

Chen Wenzhi said, "If only time could stand still."

A smile appeared on Ying Qian's face. Yes, if only time could stand still.

*

The sun quickly rose to its zenith.

Ying Qian knew where the wedding banquet was being held, so she and Chen Wenzhi took a taxi there directly.

The hotel was resplendent in gold.

Following the waiter's directions, they arrived at the third floor, which was completely booked and bustling with all sorts of people.

A man was collecting money as a gift in the stairwell.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, but at first glance, he appeared considerably older than Meng Beiyan.

"Little girl, whose are you?"

Ying Qian smiled awkwardly and said, "Meng Beiyan is my brother, he should have already given the money for the wedding gift."

"Ah!" the man exclaimed in surprise. "Aren't you mute?"

The man's eyes began to scan the girl up and down as he realized that this was the girl his mother was going to introduce to him, and soon a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

However, I didn't like the look of the man next to me.

Chen Wenzhi keenly sensed the man's unfriendly gaze. He cleared his throat, leaned forward to block Ying Qian, and handed over six hundred yuan in cash. "Um, I am the son of the man's distant cousin."

The man chuckled as he accepted the money, adding, "I didn't expect my brother-in-law's invitation to be from so far away. He really is a big boss."

Ying Qian smiled without saying a word, secretly glancing at Chen Wenzhi, who had a faint smile on his face, as if he was deliberately concealing some other emotion.

In a daze.

Chen Wenzhi pulled her into the venue.

As Ying Qian walked into the venue, she thought that even if she sat in the front row, Ying Yong might not even notice her.

The crowd was enormous, and the venue was huge, capable of holding almost three hundred people.

Ying Qian had never seen anything like it before. The petals falling on the stage were all real roses, and the balloons on the catwalk and the playful children had enlivened the atmosphere...

The bride's family was busy talking to the guests.

The runway serves as a divider, with the groom's family on the left and the bride's family on the right.

Ying Qian noticed that even Ying Yong's colleagues from the factory had been called over.

That's quite a lot of money spent.

It seems that Ying Yong truly loves this woman. When he married his mother, it seems they only registered their marriage and didn't have a proper wedding. At that time, his mother didn't mind that he was a poor boy; they got together because she liked him.

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