That did not even feel so surreal, so unbelievable.
But only when they were really about to get married, when they were now engaged to each other, did she have such a feeling.
She felt awed that fate was so fascinating.
Han Zhuoling's fingertips gently parted and tidied her hair to each side, revealing her clean and pretty face.
"Future Mrs. Han," Han Zhuoling called.
This new nickname made him laugh.
This laugh was thick with happiness. He laughed until a boyish aura emanated from him.
It was different from his usual solemn and mature look. At this moment, he actually looked a little like a bright little lad.
Through his laugh, Shi Xiaoya thought of how she had seen photos of him in senior high and in university.
Right now, he had the maturity of the present as well as the youthful look he had back then.
