"If you're not my wife, then whose wife are you? Yan Huan, why don't we stop waiting? Once you return, we'll file the report and get married. We can live in my dorm first, and if that's not available, I have enough savings to buy a house." Ji Chuan couldn't wait any longer—waiting too long might lead to unexpected changes.
That's why he was eager to marry Yan Huan.
Getting married first and then falling in love could have its own charm.
"You're dreaming. Ji Chuan, I told you, I haven't forgiven you yet." Laughter crept onto Yan Huan's cheeks.
"I want to come see you, but I can't! I really want to apologize to you in person."
"If you can't come, can't you at least call?" Yan Huan complained. "Even a phone call would have been nice!"
