The hot tea steamed up, blurring Xia Mian's face.
Lu Zechuan lifted his eyes, staring intently at her face, "Mianmian, once my grandfather gets things ready in the Mystical World, let's first get married there. A few years later, we'll come back and have another wedding."
Listening to Lu Zechuan, Xia Mian couldn't help but find it amusing, "Can you really get married twice?"
Lu Zechuan chuckled sheepishly, "As long as it's with you, we can do it as many times as you like."
Xia Mian picked up the hot tea and took a gentle sip; Lu Zechuan, this man, has become her soft spot.
That night, the scent of tea lingered in the guesthouse, the fireplace crackled warmly, and Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan cuddled and slept on the big bed.
The next morning, when they woke up, the sky was completely clear.
As soon as they stepped out, they saw a group of people hurrying up the mountain.
From the whispers in the crowd, Xia Mian overheard that a body had been discovered on the mountain.
