As soon as her feet touched the ground, the man holding the milk placed it on the bedside table.
His tall figure crouched before her, his dry and warm hands grasping her feet.
The action was devout and focused, as if holding a treasure.
His palm was scorching. As he held her foot, Situ Yunshu's toes curled uneasily, "I'll do it myself."
Mu Jingnan seemed to recall something. He looked up, his eyes filled with starlight, burning as he gazed at her, "Do you remember when we got married? It was me who helped you put on your wedding shoes."
When we got married...
Situ Yunshu frowned slightly, then gradually relaxed.
Marriage, such a beautiful word.
It felt like something that happened so long ago.
Her memories had begun to blur.
They got married through a blind date, having no affection for each other at the time.
To them, the wedding that brought joy to others was just a formality and a procedure.
As for wearing the wedding shoes, she had almost forgotten all about it.
