"Then fine, I'll go back with you! But...!" Zhong Lingling was still fearful.
"I've said it before, with me here, you don't have to be afraid of anything!"
Xiang Yimo clasped Zhong Lingling's hand.
His large hand was so warm.
Zhong Lingling's anxious heart also instantly calmed down.
The two made preparations.
Zhong Lingling had the nervous feeling of meeting her in-laws for the first time. She changed her outfit multiple times in her room, finally settling on a light pink dress, a white shawl over it, and a pair of versatile, silver-white shoes—she looked refreshingly simple and elegant.
Zhong Lingling hadn't dressed up so seriously in a long time. When she descended the stairs, Xiang Yimo, who was in the center of the ground floor, looked up and felt a sense of freshness.
Without dressing up, she was fine, but a bit of primping always made his heart itch with an indescribable feeling.
