Wen Xian laughed upon hearing this, took the flower, wrapped her arm around his, hugged his arm and tiptoed to plant a kiss on his cheek:
"None of that matters, the present is very good, and 'may love like a river flow endlessly' is the truth of returning to life."
Companionship was already the most enduring confession of love, everything else, she could do without.
Moreover, the wedding had not been successfully held before, this had cast a shadow in her heart. Although she felt some regret, she still hoped that everything was in the past, that it need not happen again.
Lu Xiao didn't say anything more, just held her in his arms, bowed his head, and gently pressed his lips to her forehead.
He had nothing much to offer, simply what others did, he did not want her to miss out on.
His woman, clearly deserved the best.
