"Li Chengze..."
When she spoke again, she didn't look at him, her tone as casual as discussing the weather.
"Can you...hold me?"
His heart skipped a beat, Li Chengze looked at her, unsure of what Tu Haohao was up to this time.
"Let's hold each other closely, shall we?"
Tu Haohao leaned toward Li Chengze, opening her slender arms.
With a smile on her face, her expression soothing, Li Chengze said nothing, but for some reason, his heart felt heavy.
Slowly, he opened his arms, wanting to pull her frail body into his embrace.
His feet felt as if they were filled with lead, and his eyes stung.
Perhaps no one expected the couple about to marry to be in the lounge, holding each other…
Tu Haohao's lips curled into a sad smile…
The sudden snow caused quite a disturbance for the guests.
