An Hao was as busy as she could possibly be that day.
After attending Yan Ye and Lin Qiushu's wedding, she was so tired that she could barely straighten her back.
By the evening, she had finally finished everything.
The newlyweds retired to their bridal chamber, and the Yan Family was swept up in a sea of joy. An Hao, however, was too exhausted to speak, unable to straighten her back any longer.
She lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and tried to rest for a while.
Qin Jian pushed the door open and walked in. He took off his jacket, hung it on the coat rack, sat at the edge of the bed, and gently embraced An Hao. Biting her ear, he whispered, "Wife, you are so beautiful today! I feel like I've been blessed with an angel descending to earth."
Still keeping her eyes closed, An Hao smirked. "You know what angels are? That's rare."
