"Quit dawdling. Fill in your name and hand it in already."
Yu Chenxuan urges her impatiently, glancing at his watch again and again.
Zheng Shue gazes at the marriage application, her fingertips gently brushing the paper as if tracing the threads of fate.
In her previous life, she had solemnly written down her name, then excitedly dragged Yu Chenxuan off to buy wedding candy, dreaming of a sweet married life together.
But because Yu Chenxuan was in a hurry to go back and make brown sugar water for Zheng Shuhui, who was on her period, Zheng Shue was harshly berated by the man.
"All right, all right."
Zheng Shue answers perfunctorily, though inside her emotions are in turmoil.
