Partings are of course inevitable, and every farewell anticipates a reunion.
In the afternoon, when the sunlight was just right, Shen Liguang drove Cen Jiaxiang and the others to the airport.
The group chatted and joked around in the car, their tones tinged with a touch of reluctance.
Cen Jiaxiang: "Make sure to invite me to your wedding feast when you guys get married."
Shen Liguang nodded: "We'll definitely let you know."
Zhao Zhi: "Tsk, it'll be a few years before Li Guang gets married, right? Is the young lady even of legal age yet?"
Wei Yi laughed from behind: "How many years should that get him? Cen Jiaxiang, you study law, enlighten us."
Cen Jiaxiang facetiously smiled: "At least three years, I'd say."
"I think he's going to be a permanent fixture in jail."
Laughter filled the car, and Shen Liguang's lips curved into a slight smile.
Marriage is still a long way off; she's just a sophomore now.
But he couldn't wait.
