After Su Ran came out of the bathroom, Fu Qiyuan dried her hair first, then went to the bathroom himself.
Watching the man's departing back, the words 'wedding night' involuntarily popped into her head, and her ears turned slightly red.
She quickly shook her head to dispel the images in her mind.
Looking at the two red booklets on the bedside table, she reached out and picked them up.
The whole day had been hazy and surreal; even now, she could hardly believe she and Fu Qiyuan had actually gotten their marriage certificates.
Opening the marriage certificate, the photos inside were taken on the spot today, but they looked very well-matched.
Su Ran's lips curled slightly, and she couldn't help but smile.
After a moment, she took out her phone and scrolled through her contact list. Gradually, the curve of her lips tightened.
Finally, she dialed Ye Zhichen's number.
The call was quickly connected.
"Xiao Ran?"
Hearing Ye Zhichen's voice, Su Ran tugged at her lips lightly.
