Yan Qianyi blinked her bright, curious eyes, "What surprise?"
"If I tell you, it won't be a surprise anymore."
"But you've already mentioned it," Yan Qianyi pouted, feeling a tickle in her heart, "you've whetted my appetite and now you won't say, it's really hard to bear."
Seeing her anxious to know, Mu Yunlie chuckled, "The point is to keep you in suspense, to have you looking forward to the wedding day."
"Fine, congratulations, you've achieved it."
By now, she was indeed more anticipative of the wedding day.
Mu Yunlie wasn't a romantic or sentimental person, and neither was she.
So, when they were together, they didn't have the various anniversaries, gifts, surprises, and romantic gestures common to other couples deeply in love.
It was the first time he mentioned preparing a big surprise for her, really leaving her unable to imagine what it could be.
And because she couldn't guess, her anticipation grew even further.
...
Soon, the New Year arrived.
