Wei Chengfeng gently hugged her and whispered, "How can they be the same as us?"
Su Li turned to look at him, "What's different?"
"We are true love, they were forced together."
Although she felt happy hearing him say that, she had to be realistic.
"I'm talking about the past. When we first got married, can you honestly say you had feelings for me back then?"
"… Let's not talk about the first time, we were young and naive then. The second time was completely because of true love, right?"
"The second time? Did you even give me a wedding the second time?"
"… If you want, I'll give you a century wedding right away, how about it?"
"No, I don't want to get married with a big belly."
The two chatted idly as the wedding march started.
Qiao Ling walked slowly to the front with Father Qiao's arm, a bright and happy smile on her face, hiding who knows how much unwillingness and bitterness beneath.
