The wedding was interrupted, and the child was gone. Both of their hearts were heavy.
Shi Beiyu put down the soup bowl and held onto Mu Siyin’s hand tightly. With a firm look in his eyes, he assured her, “Siyin, when your body recovers, we’ll have a bigger wedding, Alright?”
Only by having a bigger wedding could they cover up the pain from yesterday.
Otherwise, all they could think about was the pain from yesterday.
He didn’t want their memories to be sad.
Mu Siyin heard this and lowered her eyes slightly. “We’re already husband and wife. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a wedding or not. As long as we can be together, as long as you’re well.”
What Mu Siyin was more worried about now was that she didn’t know if there would be anything that would threaten his life in the future. She only wanted him to live a long and healthy life in this life.
