Li Nanshuang rolled her eyes disdainfully, muttering under her breath: "Who cares."
Even though she pretended to dislike it, her heart was sweet and content like it was filled with honey.
This was also the reason she persisted so stubbornly.
Who wouldn't want to be the first to marry Jiang Shouzhong? If it weren't for this, she might have already given up.
Qiuye and Xia He stood nearby with complex expressions.
They too harbored such wishes, didn't they?
But their statuses destined them to be behind in this matter of marriage.
Simple by nature, Xia He didn't care much about such titles or status, as long as Jiang Shouzhong occasionally spent time with her, she was satisfied.
After all, when she initially decided to marry Jiang Shouzhong, she hadn't held any grand expectations for the future.
Qiuye, however, melancholic by nature, felt more pensive inside.
