"I'll get the household register," Shen Zhilie said softly as he held Ye Qianqian's head in his palms. "We'll go get the marriage certificate tomorrow. Your grandfather's passed away. I haven't paid my respects to him yet. I'll pay a visit tomorrow."
Ye Qianqian was shocked. "How on earth do you know that?"
"Your sister told me yesterday." Shen Zhilie's guilt was visible through his eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have paid attention to the things happening around you. If she didn't tell me yesterday, I'm afraid I wouldn't know today."
Ye Qianqian pursed her lips and suddenly felt a wave of sadness. She opened her arms wide to hold Shen Zhilie and said softly, "I don't blame you. It was me. I didn't believe you at all."
Shen Zhilie rested his chin on her head and replied softly, "Qianqian, no matter what happens in the future, you have got to believe me. As long as you ask me anything, I will not lie to you."
"Okay."
