In the night, it finally quieted down.
Yu Liulang closed the door, looking at Feng Xiaohua sitting upright on the kang, not knowing why, he felt a bit nervous.
The man just looked on, not taking a single step.
And Feng Xiaohua too, her fingers continuously fiddling with her clothes, her hands slightly trembling.
Tonight, many people came and went, but none had steps as steady as Yu Liulang's, making her feel at ease.
At last, she endured these ten years.
Became his wife!
Remembering what Shuangshuang said tonight, the originally very nervous Feng Xiaohua suddenly gathered courage and spoke softly.
"Aren't you coming over?"
Yu Liulang was stunned, never expecting Feng Xiaohua to call for him on her own.
For a moment, he was both surprised and excited. He rushed up, grabbing Feng Xiaohua's small hand. Perhaps it was a bit too rough, Feng Xiaohua yelped.
The man immediately became nervous.
"Xiaohua, what's wrong, did I hurt you?"
