But in that moment, sitting in the back of the sedan in her beautiful dress with Mu Yunchen's hand in hers and their matching rings catching the morning light, Zhou Yuxi felt nothing but absolute certainty that they were doing exactly what they were supposed to do.
They were going to get married.
Right now.
And nothing else mattered.
"Let's return the rings," Mu Yunchen spoke up suddenly as the car continued toward the parish, his voice carrying a quiet conviction that made Zhou Yuxi turn to look at him in confusion.
"What? Why?" she asked, her fingers instinctively tightening around the platinum band that had felt so right on her finger during the photoshoot.
