Wen Xian flipped open the marriage certificate, intently examining every detail. In the photo, against a red background, both were wearing neat and tidy white shirts.
His hair was short and neat, his features elongated, with a high nose bridge, and his handsome, resolute face clearly defined.
He seldom wore white shirts, usually preferring black or darker colors, but now the white shirt on him, highlighted his handsomeness with an added touch of crispness.
Even though the corners of his lips were slightly raised, he still seemed like a noble flower, to be admired from a distance.
Yet, it was this man who, at the moment of the photo, casually wrapped his arm around her shoulders, a bit lower down, as if dominantly declaring his sovereignty.
In contrast, she in the photo was completely proper, displaying a sweet smile and a touch of shyness.
