"No, if we can make it a day earlier, then we'll make it a day earlier."
Mo Xiuchen's gaze drifted towards the doorway, and though separated by the door panel, he seemed to be able to see the person sleeping on the big bed, conjuring her peaceful and lovely sleeping face in his mind.
The arc of his lips unconsciously grew wider, and tendrils of warmth started to fill his eyes.
When he had married Ranran in the beginning, he didn't even give her a wedding, he gave her nothing. He didn't love her then, so he didn't feel he was making her suffer.
But now, no matter how much he gave, it never seemed enough. He wished he could present the entire world to her.
He didn't know how other men treated their wives, but for Ranran, he wouldn't hesitate to give his all because he loved her.
"Then, Young Master Mo, to what date do you wish to move it forward? The nearest auspicious day is the sixteenth of the twelfth lunar month."
