Song Yinyin's hand, the one holding the pen, started shaking uncontrollably.
The man beside her once again tightly held her small hand and said, "What's wrong, are you nervous?"
She bit her lower lip tightly, shook her head, but couldn't utter a single word.
To say she's not nervous, not excited, would be a lie.
She didn't want to be like this, it seemed so spineless.
But damn it, she couldn't control herself...
Lu Jihan simply put down the pen, turned to face her, held her two small hands in his large palms, fingers interlocking, and comforted:
"Don't be nervous. Just think about it, once you sign your name, I, Lu Jihan, will officially be your husband, Song Yinyin. No other woman will dare covet me; I'm exclusively yours. You won't feel nervous then."
Song Yinyin followed his advice, but her heart still raced uncontrollably.
It's just signing the marriage certificate, why was it more nerve-wracking than performing on stage playing the piano?
