An Ziqi looked at Xiao Moli in front of her, and scenes from their past kept flashing before her eyes: their encounter seven years ago, Xiao Yining finding her, their reunion and first meeting again, their time together, registering their marriage, and now, holding their wedding ceremony.
Every moment played out vividly in her mind like a movie—those trivial, insignificant little things, the surprises he brought her, every bit of kindness he showed her.
They had been through so much together: trials of life and death, separations and reunions. Fortunately, they always tightly held onto each other in the end.
An Ziqi's prolonged silence made Xiao Moli nervous; his handsome face tightened, fearing she might refuse.
The crowd below the stage held their breath, waiting for her answer.
With tears glimmering in her eyes, An Ziqi finally smiled and parted her lips, "I do."
Xiao Moli's taut nerves finally relaxed, and the tension on his face gradually eased.
