After experiencing so many years as if 'in a dream', Xiaoqin truly understands how extravagant and precious Wang Ye's kindness is to her.
Xia Qin is about to become his wife, but she will be as unattainable and distant as the cold moon in the sky.
If he could marry a woman like his sister-in-law, how wonderful that would be!
These thoughts unconsciously surfaced in Wang Ye's mind.
When the complicated wedding dress was finally finished, Wang Ling let out a small sigh of relief, stood on her tiptoes, and reached out to tidy Wang Ye's slightly messy hair on his forehead. Her gaze and expression unmistakably carried the delicacy and gentleness unique to young girls, making one feel both adorable and cherished.
Wang Ye suddenly stepped forward and gently kissed her forehead.
"Ah!"
Wang Ling screamed, jumping back like a startled rabbit, reaching out to touch her lips that were stinging helplessly.
