As the wind blew, she seemed to finally feel the reality, slowly returning to her senses from a dazed state.
Lowering her head, she opened the little red book in her hand and took a look.
The certificate had a photo of her and Matthew Saxon. In the picture, Matthew still had his handsome brows and refined eyes, looking as picture-perfect as ever, with not a flaw to be found.
And as for her, she didn't know what was going on at the time, she was actually grinning foolishly.
In the photo, both her expression and her gaze displayed a kind of goofy feeling, forming a stark contrast to the noble and handsome, god-like, unapproachable man beside her.
Watching it, Scarlett Yates frowned: "It's so unfair, you look so good in the photo, why do I look so silly?"
Silly, too silly, from her eyebrows to her eyes, there was an air of foolishness, like a silly village girl who had a stroke of luck and picked up an extraordinarily handsome husband, and was smiling so broadly.
