The old house was already extremely quiet, and now it was nighttime; apart from the wind rustling the leaves, the inside of the house was so silent that one could almost hear their own heartbeat.
Tang Wan wasn't usually one to be coy or overly sentimental, but when the words reached her lips, she didn't quite know how to continue, repeatedly pondering over her phrasing. Jiang Jinsang's eyes, however, shone brighter and brighter, until he could wait no longer and simply got up and walked over.
His tall figure loomed over her, blocking all the light in front of her.
"What about the marriage certificate, what did you want to say?" His voice was gentle, extraordinarily tender.
He suddenly reached out, his dry, warm fingertips sliding over the side of her neck. Tang Wan flinched, instinctively wanting to dodge...
His finger hooked and from the collar of her sweater, teased out a strand of hair that had been pressed down.
"Mmm? Speak up," Jiang Jinsang pressed.
