"How could I possibly go back on my word?" Ye Qilan and Su Hongxing's fingers were tightly interlocked.
He liked her so much, he even thought it was a bit abnormal.
"Since that's the case, we've got a deal. Once the child is born, we'll start preparing for the wedding," Su Hongxing said softly.
She used to think that marriage was unreliable, but now she felt that their remarriage was acceptable—it was like fulfilling the dreams they never got to fulfill.
"Amou, you don't know how wonderful you are," Ye Qilan kissed Su Hongxing's forehead, with devotion and admiration.
"You're also very good, perfect even. Being able to marry you, Ye Qilan, as your wife, is my fortune," Su Hongxing responded softly.
This was her true feeling. Even though they had gone through so much unpleasantness, and even though their start was so unbearable, she knew that there would never be another man who loved her more than he did.
