"Okay..." he agreed without hesitation.
My person is yours, and so is my heart.
He wished he could open up his chest right there and present his burning heart to Hou Tingfu.
Hou Tingfu smiled upon hearing his answer.
Her smile made Yan Nanxun feel somewhat unreal.
It was sweet and glamorous, but her eyes were veiled with a layer of mist; the smile could not penetrate the mist and reach the depths of her eyes.
For Hou Tingfu, a simple "okay" from Yan Nanxun was enough.
"Yan Nanxun, you must remember what you said today."
She was content with having him, not yet demanding his heart to be hers as well.
Hou Tingfu sat on the bed, her gaze sweeping towards the wardrobe. She remembered the first time she came to Yan Nanxun's dormitory, and how he had taken out a Tiffany diamond wedding ring from his wardrobe.
