"I do."
Shi Che slightly tilted his head, his dark eyes firmly fixed on Ling Chuxia, his gaze attentive and full of emotion. His thin lips parted slightly, each word clearer than the last.
During their first wedding, she had been in a daze, her heart filled with resentment, consumed by thoughts of her elder sister being sent away. She hadn't even noticed how Shi Che had answered the priest's question.
Now, she inadvertently looked at him, meeting his gaze, meeting his deep affection. She suddenly realized that time meant nothing to him. From the past to the present, his feelings for her had never changed.
Tears in her eyes seemed to be on the verge of falling uncontrollably. She gently lifted her head, afraid that she might shed tears at this moment, which would be truly inauspicious.
