The people outside looked at Jiang Jingming.
It was a matter only he could handle; no one else would be quite suitable.
A trace of tenderness appeared in Jiang Jingming's eyes.
"Okay."
Wei Jin: "Make it loud enough for everyone inside to hear."
Sang Yu's face was nearly as red as a monkey's bottom.
Wei Jin dared to ask such a question.
She lowered her head, the blush on her cheeks extending all the way to her ears.
"May the years bring reminiscence, and deep love go hand in hand till old."
Wei Jin nodded: "Good, continue."
"The thrill of our first meeting, even in long companionship, my heart skips."
"In this world, how can one have the best of both worlds without betraying Buddhism, nor one's love?"
"I see all beings as mere grass and trees, except for you, who is like a majestic mountain."
Every word spoken, his voice seemed to travel through the door, reaching her ears.
Just like the whispers deep in the night, she gradually drowned in it.
