"It's already been ten years," Zhou Mingyu also sighed, his gaze shifting tenderly toward Su Zhiruan, unable to escape the doting and deep love that lingered in his eyes, which he himself didn't even realize, he teased, "Why would we be an old married couple, We've still got twenty years, thirty years, lots more time ahead."
In his pitch-black pupils, there was only her.
Ten years had passed, but she still looked as young and beautiful as when they first met, time hadn't left any traces on her face, but rather, his love for her had multiplied endlessly.
He felt incredibly fortunate to have been chosen by her amidst the vast sea of people and the great currents of the world, and to have chosen her in return.
They were the happiest and most suitable couple in the world.
"How wonderful," Su Zhiruan smiled.
Yes, how wonderful.
...
After watching the sunset, they walked into the temple hand in hand.
