"Hahaha, I see, I really overthought it. I actually thought... well, you know."
Looking at the sudden appearance of this line of information on the screen, He Qing's finger, which was about to drop, finally stopped less than a centimeter above the screen. After a few seconds of hesitation, it landed on the screen, but instead of clicking send, she deleted the line she had just typed one by one.
Then, she replaced it with a cartoon pig head emoji and a sentence, "Don't overthink it, get some sleep early. We'll have to pick up the bride tomorrow. Good night."
Click, send.
Two seconds later, Chu Ge's message came back, "Good night."
After exchanging good night wishes, in two different rooms, they both did the same thing: they turned off their phones, placed them aside, and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
The next morning, Chu Ge got up around four, shaved the very fine stubble he had carefully shaved yesterday, put on a crisp shirt and suit, and tied a red belt.
