Mu Jin Huan reached out to gently tidy the stray hair by her ear, a tenderness he had never shown before.
That day in her apartment, when she said she was willing to give it a try, he hadn't felt anything different.
But now, he was certain.
A slight smile curved at his lips, his deep features softened, his voice low and gentle, "Wanwan, you truly are willing to try this with me, aren't you?"
"Try what?" Nan Wan looked down nonchalantly and started eating noodles, "I don't know."
It went without saying.
Mu Jin Huan didn't mind her playing dumb, his deep eyes fixed on her small face. After a moment, he started using his chopsticks.
The room fell silent, with only the simplest of two bowls of noodles on the table, but a warmth and coziness never before experienced.
It seemed as if a wondrous atmosphere enveloped the two of them.
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Due to time and season constraints, they couldn't fly overseas, so the wedding photos had to be taken in a studio.
