The ancient marriage tree atop the mountain is said to be a thousand-year-old tree, with a thick trunk and lush branches, yet also bearing traces of broken and decaying limbs.
Nuonuo, panting slightly, put her hands on her hips as she looked up at the old yet vigorously alive tree trunk, where red ribbons fluttered. She felt a sense of déjà vu in this scene.
"Nuonuo!" A sturdy hand rested on her lower back, and she naturally leaned her body into the person's arms behind her, resting her head on his broad shoulder.
"Do you remember many years ago, we also threw these things?"
Da Bao gently kissed her forehead, the midday sunlight filtering through the tree trunk cast onto his handsome face, accentuating his chiseled features like a striking statue.
Nuonuo gazed up at him from below, and even though she had seen this face for twenty years, this moment of staring still made her heart skip a beat uncontrollably.
