"Yicheng, when have I ever lied to you?" Nianhua looked at Pei Yicheng, amused and exasperated.
"Yesterday, in front of everyone, you agreed to marry me. Even if you wanted to back out, it's too late now." Pei Yicheng held her hand tightly, as if she would run away if he let go. He said, "In this life, neither of us is allowed to ever let go of each other's hand."
Pei Yicheng took her hand in his. One big, one small; one dark, one fair—it was such a contrast.
His attitude was solemn and serious. Xu Nianhua's smile faded as she answered earnestly, "Mm, no one is allowed to let go."
That day, the Pei Family, Xu Family, and Su Family discussed and settled on the wedding date—it would be the seventh of next month.
Pei Yicheng had prepared thoroughly to settle on the date. Whether it was the Xu Family, the Su Family, or all four brothers' objections, Pei Yicheng pushed through them all.
