Qin Qian looked back at him, her big, dark eyes unblinking, her red lips tightly pressed together, never uttering a word.
Yuan Shen waited, counting down in his heart, ten, nine, eight... three, two, one.
He curled his lips, smiled, "You're getting married today, I prepared a gift for you."
As he spoke, he passed Qin Qian, walked to the stage, took the microphone from the host, held it in his hand, looked at Qin Qian, and began, "Qin Qian, this song is for you."
"I heard you're doing well, achieving happiness, about to start a family with that person.
The reckless you will be taken care of by him, I need not worry anymore.
Remember you love winter the most, he must love it too, spending the warmest winter break with him, you in passionate love are as blissful as a fairy tale.
