Feng Suyin knew that agreeing to marry Ji Yuzhe was reckless.
But she couldn't find it in herself to regret it.
He'd spent years protecting her. Loving her in silence while she pushed him away, ignored him, believed her sister's lies about him. If being his wife for a year helped him recover from surgery, she could handle the unknowns. A lot could happen in a year. A year was both a long time and no time at all.
That afternoon, they stood outside the registry bureau. The building was gray stone, old, the kind of place where generations of people had made the same decision. Some of them probably regretted it. Some of them probably didn't.
She stole a glance at his profile. The afternoon light caught his cheekbone, his jaw. His face looked serene. Calm. The way it always looked.
But she saw it now. The nervousness underneath.
The slight tension in his jaw. His thumb brushing over the handle of his cane. Back and forth. Back and forth.
He wasn't as calm as he looked.
