Su Nian sipped the tea brewed by Zhou Feng, a sense of indescribable satisfaction filling her heart. Zhou Feng was one of the few she cared deeply about. She smiled at Wang Qianyun, who was constantly busy for her, "Uncle Zhou, Aunt Wang is really good."
Zhou Feng nodded, "Yes, she is a very good person."
Now that Zhou Feng was happy, it spared Su Nian a worry. Back then, she had thought of many ways to set Zhou Feng up on dates, but the outcomes were often disappointing.
Reaching out to hold Luoz's hand, their fingers interlocking, Su Nian felt an inexplicable sense of peace.
Perhaps, this is what marriage is—no need for too many sweet words or grand gestures, just supporting each other is enough.
Luoz returned her smile, squeezing her hand even tighter.
On the way back, Su Nian leaned on the passenger seat, gazing at Luoz motionlessly, "Do you think the love between Aunt Wang and Uncle Zhou is good?"
Luoz turned his head to glance at her, "Why do you say that?"
