That night, after Lan Baozhen and Fang Lingwei finished bathing, they gazed through the window at the moonlit silhouette of the snowy mountain outside.
Gu Yibo's voice echoed from outside the door: "Mom, Weiwei, it's Yibo, I have something to discuss with you. Are you asleep?"
Lan Baozhen hurried to open the door.
Gu Yibo entered in his loungewear, confidently sat on the bedside, and looked at the two of them: "Mom, Weiwei, we're returning tomorrow, and there's something I want to discuss with you."
Fang Lingwei was still staring at the ring on her hand.
She felt that her ring was just like the snowy mountain under the moonlight, and softly asked, "What's the matter?"
Gu Yibo, hearing her gentle tone, relaxed a bit and said, "Here's the thing. I'm going back with Weiwei tomorrow to get our marriage certificate, and then I want to move you two out of Yunxi Pavilion."
Lan Baozhen and Fang Lingwei were equally surprised: "What?"
