Xia Wan felt that he was becoming more and more adept at acting cute, completely different from the sickly male supporting character in the book.
Cui Ziqi put his arm around her waist and gently kissed her lips, whispering seductively.
“Say you are willing.”
Xia Wan could sense his unease.
From the moment he found her, she could clearly sense Cui Ziqi's fear—fear that she would run away again, fear that she would leave him.
No matter how much she assured him, this insecurity still lingered around Cui Ziqi.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around Cui Ziqi's neck, then kissed his lips.
"Of course I'm willing, I'm willing in the book, and I'm willing now."
Cui Ziqi stiffened slightly, then held the back of her head and deepened the kiss.
Another month has passed.
Cui Ziqi and Xia Wan's wedding was held in a grand manner at a five-star hotel in Fengzhen.
The groom married into the Xia family, and none of his relatives were present at the wedding banquet.
Most of the people in Fengzhen were talking about Cui Ziqi's pitiful background, feeling that he had finally found a home after marrying into the family, and they were all happy for him.
Xia Wan stood at the entrance of the hall in her wedding dress, holding a bracelet in her hand.
The bracelet is simple, with a white bead hanging from a red string.
This is what the system returned to her when she returned to this world; it's the small bag of wall plaster that she had the system check.
It contains You Shuang's ashes.
She made a bracelet, wanting to wear it so that You Shuang could witness her son's happy moments.
“You watched him suffer in the book, now it’s time to watch him be happy.”
She put the red string on her wrist.
As the emcee announced, "Please welcome the bride,"
She took Xia's father's hand and entered the hall through the gate.
Cui Ziqi stood on the stage, dressed in a suit and tie, his posture as upright as a pine tree. His handsome face, which was incredibly handsome, looked at her through the soft light, both illusory and real.
Xia Wan reached out and placed her hand in his burning palm, the white beads on the red string reflecting a dazzling light.
"Wife, please be more tolerant of me for the rest of our lives."
[End of article]
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