Zhou Jingyi wore a white suit and a pair of gold-framed glasses, which made him look particularly scholarly and refined.
Mu Anhan stood at a distance and merely glanced over when her palm was squeezed.
Her small hand was constantly held by Gu Xiaozhan.
She retracted her gaze from the stage and looked at the man beside her, instinctively leaning closer to him.
Perhaps because of the upcoming event, her emotions were constantly unstable.
Having experienced the absurdities of her past life, she could finally grasp her destiny tightly in her own hands.
In this life, the course of events would no longer be dictated by others.
"My destiny is controlled by me, not by Heaven."
"Husband..." she lightly called him as she leaned closer.
Gu Xiaozhan naturally sensed her emotions, her unease, her tension, her confusion, her bewilderment...
Was she still sad about Zhou Jingyi getting engaged to someone else?
Gu Xiaozhan's first thought was this question.
