Then came earrings and rings.
When putting on the ring, Jiang Yingchi held her hand for a long time without moving. Ning Qiluo wondered if the ring was too small. Then he took her hand, lowered his head, and kissed her ring finger.
That kiss burned deep into Ning Qiluo's heart.
Suddenly, a sense of ritual arose.
It made her feel like she was being proposed to, as he was placing the ring—a symbol of love—on her ring finger...
When the ring was placed on her middle finger, Ning Qiluo snapped out of her daze, feeling slightly disappointed. She had thought he would put the ring on her ring finger.
Then I quickly realized that if the middle finger was the right size, the ring finger would definitely be too small and wouldn't fit.
What were you thinking about just now?
He suddenly asked her, his eyes, as if parting a mist, gazing deeply at her.
The two looked at each other.
Ning Qiluo felt like she was being seen through, but since she didn't say anything, he might not be able to guess either, so she casually replied, "It's about the sense of ritual."
"What kind of sense of ritual?" he pressed.
Ning Qilu thought to herself that he was being incredibly boring, insisting on asking so hard. However, she didn't want to reveal what she was really thinking, as that would make her seem unreserved, and he might even laugh at her.
"It's just a sense of ritual..."
"A sacred sense of ritual?"
"..." Why did you have to add the word "sacred"?
Oh, she understood. That represented the wedding hall, the most sacred place, only at that moment.
Ning Qiluo's gaze began to dart away, refusing to meet his eyes. Her words drifted off into a murmur: "I don't understand anything about sacredness, and there are many kinds of rituals, such as the rituals of life, the rituals of doing something..."
A bunch of irrelevant, rambling talk.
She almost forgot about the important matter at hand.
"I have to go in." She tried to pull her hand away.
Only then did she realize that he had already tightly grasped her hand without her noticing, and she couldn't pull it away for a moment.
Finally meeting his deep gaze again, Ning Qiluo heard him say to her in a calm tone, "Aluo, you must marry me and become my Mrs. Jiang, okay?"
He had thought this through carefully, and he spoke to her very seriously.
Even if the atmosphere isn't right for the moment, the sense of ritual can easily lead to both laughter and tears.
But when he said those words to her, Ning Qiluo realized that all sense of ritual and sacredness had vanished into thin air. Truly, nothing was needed.
With just a glance and a single word, he revealed everything he had opened up to her.
Ning Qiluo nodded to him and said, "Okay."
"You have to keep your word." He chuckled softly.
Because she agreed to his request.
Ning Qiluo pouted: "I know, you said it before, if you don't keep your word you'll be struck by lightning."
"You have a good memory," he praised.
Ning Qiluo flattered him with a grin: "It's all because Uncle Jiang taught you so well."
Without saying a word, he grabbed her lips and kissed her hard.
This kiss smeared a lot of Ning Qiluo's lipstick onto his lips. With his handsome face, deep features, and crimson lips, Jiang Yingchi looked truly alluring.
But for now, we can only look on with envy.
"Am I going down?"
"Hmm." He nodded slightly.
The car door opened.
Before Ning Qiluo got out of the car, he said, "I'll wait for you here."
There's still over an hour left, how long is that...?
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