The wedding day was drawing nearer and nearer, and Wen Yanqing had already gotten the wedding rings.
This pair of unique rings, tailor-made for just the two of them, was simple yet encapsulated all their love and intention, making it priceless.
Wen Yanqing looked at the silver-white rings inside the box, the smile on his lips as warm and gentle as a breeze in spring.
The day they had been eagerly awaiting was finally almost here.
Lin Gantang thought she might be fearful of the wedding because of memories from her past life, but as the days counted down, she found herself not only calm but even more filled with anticipation.
Looking at Wen Yanqing who, despite being busy, would come back every day to cook for her, she thought it was his ultimate tenderness and profound love that pulled her out of the shadows of the past, standing on a warm and spacious path, hand in hand with him, moving forward.