There's a certain inexplicable obsession women have with wedding dresses; Xu Anran is no exception.
As she looked at the various styles of dresses, Xu Anran couldn't tear her eyes away.
"Do you like them?" Duan Xingzhou asked her.
"Yes."
"Well, let's try them all then. Initially, I wanted to get one custom-made for you, but it takes too long to make, and we're tight on time. So we're here to see if you find one you like; if not, I'll figure something out, okay?"
Xu Anran held his hand, lightly scratching his palm with her fingers, "How are you so good to me?"
Duan Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, "If I'm not good to my wife, who else should I be good to?"
Xu Anran nodded in agreement, "You're absolutely right about that."
"Miss, which style of wedding dress do you like?"
Xu Anran picked a few and followed the shop assistant into the fitting room.
She went in to try on the dresses while Duan Xingzhou waited outside.
