After many years of marriage.
Jian Luo suddenly asked, "You had planned to marry me for a long time, right?"
"..." In the kitchen, Ling Ye was busy skillfully wearing an apron that didn't match his tall figure.
"Mr. Ling, silence is golden but it cannot buy frankness and leniency."
"Yes."
Jian Luo smiled and lowered his head. Spread out in his hand was a hardcover photo album that he accidentally found. It contained his lost youth time, which was carefully picked up little by little.