After a moment of shock, she wondered if this was an artist from some family shooting a poster here.
Muwan's gaze drifted slowly from the wind chime hanging under the eaves down to her own white skirt hem, and she reached out to lightly tug at Gu Jiangnian's white shirt.
He, following her gaze, gently looked down to see her skirt fluttering in front of him, and felt a warmth in his heart.
Gu Jiangnian thought he had never asked for anything before the Buddha.
But if he must ask for something, it would only be to meet Jiang Muwan in the next life.
He only wished to still be her husband in the next life, to progress together with her hand in hand, to stand shoulder to shoulder with her.
This was Gu Jiangnian's only request.
Under the eaves, the man lifted his hand to tuck her stray hair elegantly behind her ear.
That tender look, as if the girl standing before him was the treasure of his life: "Silly girl."
