Ding Long gave a self-mocking laugh; maybe he's just asking for trouble.
The answer to such a guess was clearly evident. If Lan Li had been the groom at yesterday's wedding, then Ding Jinshi certainly wouldn't have kept a blank expression the entire time, and her eyes wouldn't have betrayed despair and pain.
Ding Long shook his head to suppress these thoughts, noticed Ding Jinshi's bowl still had barely touched food, sighed, and without any appetite, put away the dishes.
He had once fantasized about life after marriage, but not a single part of it met his expectations.
Coming out of the kitchen, Ding Long's phone, which was left on the sofa, started ringing. He picked it up, hearing it was Gu En asking him out for drinks. As he hesitated, he glanced at the tightly closed room door upstairs, then agreed readily.
Ding Long went upstairs, opened the door, and entered. Ding Jinshi was cross-legged on the floor with a book in hand; it was an action she hadn't changed in years.
