Jian Shichu cleaned himself up, then held her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.
How could he like her so much?
Truly, he feared she'd dissolve if held in his mouth and feared she'd shatter if held in his palms.
As he stared at her serene sleeping face, he let out a satisfied sigh, kissed her again, closed his eyes, and drifted into a content slumber.
The next morning, after breakfast, Jian Shichu received a phone call.
When he hung up, Jian Shichu smiled at Ye Qingci and said, "Darling, your wedding dress has arrived. It'll be delivered shortly so we can properly try it out. The designer will come along too, and if there's anything you're not satisfied with, it can be adjusted promptly."
Ye Qingci was both surprised and delighted, agreeing cheerfully, but after that, when she talked with Jian Shichu, her attention seemed to wander. She couldn't help but keep glancing outside.
