He looked at her deeply and did not ask what was inside, but simply took it from her, his fingers unwinding the thread wrapped around the folder.
Then, he opened the brown paper folder and saw what was inside.
At that moment, Lu Xiao's body suddenly froze.
The motion in his hands stiffened at that instant.
He slowly shifted his gaze towards Wen Xian.
The deepening smile on Wen Xian's lips gradually faded as she looked at him, tenderly and earnestly, she slowly said:
"Lu Xiao, I can't wait to marry you."
That day, the sunlight was just right.
Wen Xian and he stood at the junction of a courtyard alley in Beijing.
The hustle and bustle of the city was utterly vivid with streams of cars and horses and the lively scenes of human life.
In Lu Xiao's hands, he held not something else, but her household registration book.
She had mailed her household registration book from Shanghai, ready to come and register their marriage with him.
Lu Xiao: "..."
