Chen An repeated the words.
After speaking, Fu Qingshuang wiped her tears, held onto his arm, and stood up, "Xiao, I'll give it to you now and destroy it in front of you, so we won't have to be sad anymore..."
Mo Nanjue's lips curled into a smile, "You know, Qingshuang, I'm really grateful to have met you and married you in this life..."
Chen An felt goosebumps all over his body. After speaking, his resolve strengthened to have Fu Qingshuang bring out the videotape. She sobbed, walked to the bed, and suddenly pointed upwards.
Chen An and Mo Nanjue simultaneously looked in the direction she pointed.
It was the wedding photo hanging above the large bed.
Mo Nanjue furrowed his brows, already guessing something.
Fu Qingshuang's lips curved slightly as she continued, "Xiao, look, how beautiful we look in this photo."
Mo Nanjue reached out to touch the screen, "You know, Qingshuang, you are the most beautiful woman in the world."
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