His hair was hard, much harder than hers.
When the tips of his hair brushed against her fingertips, it felt a little prickly and ticklish.
Shi Xiaoya felt it was amusing, and she stopped drawing circles on his skin to instead play with the tips of his hair.
"And it feels a little like I'm dreaming," Shi Xiaoya said gently. "I never expected that one day, I would actually become Mrs. Han. That one day, I will marry you."
In the past, Han Zhuoling to her was just a name she heard from other people.
Everything she knew about Han Zhuoling came from other people's judgment of him.
He'd felt especially distant.
As if he was a person standing way up in the sky.
He was so much like a legend that she could not even see him, much less get to know him.
And he was still a married man then.
To a complete stranger, she naturally would not have any thoughts.
But fate was just so fascinating.
