In the living room, the surroundings were dim, lit only by flickering candlelight casting orange halos.
Yan Shixiu entered the house from the rainy night, and before even taking off his coat, he saw the candlelit dinner set up in the middle of the living room. Additionally, a brand-new suit was hanging by the stairs.
Yan Shixiu set down his umbrella and walked over. Before he could touch the suit, he saw Shi Lan, dressed in a white cheongsam and wearing a veil, coming down from the second floor. This was a version of Shi Lan he had never seen before—her gaze was tender like water, seemingly coated in a layer of soft, warm sunlight.
Outside, it was distinctly cold, but the sight of her seemed to dispel the chill, and even began to feel scorching hot.
"Yan Shixiu, let's get married. Before the child is born, I want to repay what I owe you."
Yan Shixiu gazed at Shi Lan, motionless for a long time, and after a while, nearly choked up, he said, "Okay."
