At the door, Shen Lin looked at this scene and ultimately turned and left, leaving the time and space to the two alone.
After doing her best to adjust her emotions, Wen Xian spoke with a voice mixed with a thick, slightly nasal tone, somewhat hoarse, "Lu Xiao, I've given it some thought, and you're right about what you said today, perhaps we shouldn't... rush to get our marriage certificate."
As she spoke these words, her small fist balled tight underneath her hospital gown, the tip of her nose becoming unavoidably sour.
But what could she do? The moment she uttered those words, her heart was bleeding.
Because she knew, once they postponed, and she left Beijing with Lu Xiao, there was no telling when they would actually get their marriage certificate...
It could become indefinitely delayed by her own insistence.
What if she could never become pregnant?
Better to give him a way out.
He was a good man, deserving of the best of everything.
