Jiang He felt calm in his heart as he watched Alison, who was dressed in white gauze and so beautiful that the audience held their breath, walked towards him. He got the job done and chose a partner who seemed the best.
He thought he knew the marriage for what it was: a mutually beneficial union based on legitimate misunderstandings and pragmatic considerations. He will fulfill his responsibilities as a husband, give her the respect and protection she deserves, and maybe have children in the future. As for other deeper things... He doesn't think they exist, nor do they need them.
What he didn't know was that the moonlight seemed to gently cover his carefully constructed fortress composed of responsibility, honor and cold rationality, but it had already quietly found the smallest cracks in the wall. What she brought was not the predictable "post-war adoration" he thought, but a kind of pure and tenacious love that he had never known and was not yet ready to deal with.
But at this moment, he was just holding the arm of his beautiful bride in the hustle and bustle of the wedding banquet, welcoming everyone's blessings, thinking that he had made a sober, rational decision and that everything was under control.
Intention: love and sincerity