Feng Chengjin found it amusing and didn't speak. Gu Zixuan smiled, bent down, passed by Feng Chengjin, withdrew her hand, and with her fingertips pressed against the glass, cast her gaze towards the outdoor scenery.
The Ferris wheel had just reached its highest point, offering an unparalleled view.
Gu Zixuan's heart trembled, "Why did you want to come here after getting the marriage certificate today?"
Feng Chengjin's body stiffened, and the flat velvet box tucked in the right pocket of his pants seemed unusually conspicuous.
He thought about how he always owed Gu Zixuan a formal proposal, and added, glancing at her slightly rounded belly.
Feng Chengjin smiled, twitching his fingertips at his pocket, but ultimately didn't take it out.
He simply said, "Just intuition that you'd like it."
Gu Zixuan paused, glancing sideways at the stable man who was sitting with his arms crossed.
She smiled happily, "I like it."
...
When they returned.
It was already five in the afternoon.
