No matter the temperature outside, Ding Long's palm was scorching hot.
Ding Jinshi could feel it, the grip of Ding Long was becoming tighter and tighter. She looked up at him and suddenly met his deep, dark eyes. It seemed as if she saw a smile in his eyes, as gentle as the March spring breeze.
Ding Jinshi was momentarily lost in thought. Was it that she was too deeply immersed in her role, or was his acting too real?
Why could she actually see something called joy in his eyes?
After serving the tea, Ding Long carried Ding Jinshi out of the Ding Family's courtyard straight to the car. Firecrackers followed the wedding procession all the way, and when there were children watching, candy was scattered along the way. Ding Jinshi watched through the car window, seeing pedestrians looking at her, forgetting to move forward. At this moment, she finally realized, so this is what getting married is.
