But Wen Xian just wanted to squeeze with him onto this small bed.
He lay on his side, holding her close, and she nestled in his embrace, with a blanket covering both of them, allowing them to clearly feel each other's body heat.
At night, outside the hospital, snowflakes began to fall again, growing bigger under the inky blue night sky, resembling dancing sprites.
The dim, yellow roadside lamps cast their light on the slowly drifting big flakes, making time seem extended and precious at that moment.
Wen Xian leaned in his arms, yet found herself unable to fall asleep for a while.
It was not just because of the excitement from getting their marriage certificate, but also because...
Actually, on the way back from the civil affairs office today, her family had sent her a message.
It was from her mother.
