That's the taste of happiness...

......

The town was exceptionally quiet and peaceful at night.

In the dimly lit master bedroom, Qiao Wanwan felt as if she were completely out of her control, sometimes soaring to the clouds, sometimes sinking to the bottom of the sea...

She didn't know how much time had passed, but her mind went blank, and everything finally returned to calm.

Zhan Jingting turned on a bedside lamp and fed Qiao Wanwan half a glass of water.

Are you feeling better?

"Hmm..." Qiao Wanwan snuggled in his arms, "Jingting, I feel like something's wrong with you."

"...Something's not right?"

"You're back now, why are you in such a hurry to hold a wedding?" Qiao Wanwan couldn't figure it out after thinking about it all day. "And it's a simplified version."

The dress she wore today wasn't a wedding dress, and there was no one else around.

She doesn't like being high-profile, but at the very least, her family should be there to witness their happiness.

"Wanwan, I'm sorry." Zhan Jingting kissed her forehead. "I've wronged you."

“I don’t feel wronged, but I feel that this is not your style.”

"Just treat it as a rehearsal."

It's not that he can't give her a grand wedding, it's just that what would happen after he did?

After giving him a deeply memorable wedding, perhaps it will be even harder for her to let him go.

So he chose to hold a wedding here, just for the two of them, to fulfill his own wish.

Perhaps a long, long time from now, she will meet another man worthy of her love, or perhaps someone else will give her a grand wedding...