"Miss Zhou Chenxing, are you willing to take this man as your husband and enter into marriage with him? Regardless of illness or health, or any other reason, will you love him, care for him, respect him, accept him, and be forever faithful to him until the end of life?"
What's the reason for unwillingness? Of course ... "I do."
His palm had a slight sheen of sweat, and hearing her say those three words, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, as if dust had settled from his whole self.
Chenxing noticed the subtle expression on his face and couldn't help but smile inwardly.
"Will the bride and groom please call for the rings."
They were two rings of simple yet noble design, not as dazzling as engagement rings, but they emanated the true essence of marriage after love: plain yet warm.
As Shaocheng slipped the ring onto her finger, the words that automatically came to Chenxing's mind were those two.
