The next day, at 8:50 in the morning, in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Cheng Ziyang was dressed in a neatly tailored suit, accentuating his tall and slender figure. His hair had been specially styled, revealing a clean and handso face. Perhaps because people tend to feel uplifted during happy events, his usual gentle and handso deanor seed even more pronounced. Standing there casually, he exuded an irresistible charm that drew the eyes of won who were supposed to be accompanying their future husbands to register for marriage, making those n glare in annoyance as they hurriedly pulled their won away.
Cheng Ziyang ignored all the gazes, whether admiring, friendly, jealous, or angry. His entire being was imrsed in overwhelming joy.
Today, he was finally going to marry Dong Xin Yan.
He had waited for so many years, hoped for so many years, cautiously and anxiously guarding his secret, fearing that one day, upon waking up, Dong Xin Yan would know everything and coldly tell him to leave.
Fortunately, heaven showed rcy.
After today, Xinxin would officially beco his wife, and he would officially beco her husband. They would truly beco one.
To be honest, seeing Dong Xin Yan’s deanor yesterday, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy, anxious, but ultimately, he chose to trust.
He believed that no matter what happened, Xinxin wouldn’t easily give up on him.
After today, he wouldn’t deceive her anymore, wouldn’t hide any secrets from her. He didn’t want to live his life always being so anxious and uneasy.
He would tell her his biggest, most shaful secret, and then beg for her forgiveness.
Xinxin loves him so much, she would forgive him, right? She would understand his difficulties, wouldn’t she?
So Xinxin, please forgive , this is my... last act of selfishness.
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The clock on the wall ticked softly, and although every minute and every second seed to pass so slowly, ti was still gradually approaching nine o’clock.
Dong Xin Yan curled up, hugging her knees with her arms, her chin resting on them, sitting dazedly on the sofa.
She had almost maintained this position all night.
Just staring blankly at the clock on the wall, watching ti pass bit by bit, her mind was already a chaotic ss, like an endlessly entangled ball of thread that she couldn’t unravel.
She felt like soone pushed to the edge of a cliff, with pursuers in front and no escape route behind.
She thought she should just ignore everything and go register for marriage with Ziyang, but as soon as that thought erged, her heart couldn’t help but twist in pain.
Her rational mind was so clear, yet her heart kept stopping her.
As if it was warning her, reminding her that if she truly ignored her own feelings, she would regret it... she would definitely regret it...
No matter how much she convinced herself that she would be happy and wouldn’t regret it, she still couldn’t move even a step.
The hour hand... ultimately pointed to nine, and almost at the sa ti, her phone rang.
Dong Xin Yan’s eyes stiffly moved, her gaze landing on the phone screen where Ziyang’s na flashed repeatedly. The ringtone she had changed in the past few days was "Today I Want to Marry You".
But Ziyang... I’m sorry, perhaps today, I can’t marry you.
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The lodious and pleasant music, accompanied by a joyful and happy tune, kept repeating today you want to marry , his eyebrows and eyes becoming increasingly gentle, increasingly happy...
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