It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

Zhu Xi applied a light layer, but felt the color was too light.

She rummaged through her makeup bag again, thinking, "How could a lowly doctor like me possibly know Boss Zhou's secrets?"

The sea over Hoch was vast and open, with rolling waves.

"Zhou Yinghuai, he..."

Before Huo Xi could finish speaking, Zhu Xi quickly hung up the video call.

The next second, Zhou Yinghuai stood at the door, raised his right hand slightly, and knocked on the door twice.

Zhu Xi finally found her favorite lipstick, and with a light twist of her fingertip, she spun out an inch of it.

"Sister Xi," Zhou Yinghuai said politely in a joke.

Zhu Xi glanced at him lightly, then turned on the mirror and applied a rose color.

"Almost done." She applied two layers of darkening shade, and the roses bloomed, a picture of fervent affection.

Zhou Yinghuai has never been in a relationship again, nor is he the kind of cold, mean, or impatient man.

He stood motionless at the doorway, his brows relaxed. "Take your time."

"oh."

Zhu Xi checked her makeup repeatedly to make sure it was perfect, then put her hands behind her head.

Her hair, which had been loose just moments before, now hung down freely, freed from its constraints.

Her straight hair was curled into big waves; the hair was black, layered, and styled beautifully.

Now, the rose branches are in full bloom.

Zhou Yinghuai watched her stand in the dazzling, lustrous light and shadow, already blending into the light.

A burst of white light spread across my eyes.

Along with it, there is also the fragrance of roses.

Zhu Xi picked up her bag and phone from beside the dressing table and walked lightly to Zhou Yinghuai's side.

With bright, clear eyes and red lips and white teeth, she said, "Let's go."

Zhou Yinghuai was momentarily dazed, but when the roses drew closer, he could smell the fragrance of jasmine again.

Zhu Xi's words were even provocative: "Thank you for going to the trouble of preparing a dress a size too big for me."

The rose is just the surface; the thorny jasmine is the real thing.

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The three of them went to the wedding venue together.

This is Zhu Xi's first time visiting this place.

The site is small, with only two small villas standing quietly to the north and south.

The two small villas are completely enveloped in the shade of lush plane trees.

Their enthusiasm remained undiminished even in the sweltering summer heat, rivaling that of a professional commentator.

"Dean Zhu, this is Miss Liang's private property and is not open to the public."

Zhu Xi wasn't interested in any of this and nodded reluctantly.

Zhou Yinghuai walked to her left and accidentally touched her fingers.

The two locked eyes.

Zhu Xi smiled first, "Liang Chenxing?"

Zhou Yinghuai nodded without the slightest awkwardness, "Liang Chenxing's aunt, Liang Ye."

"According to Yu Qingge, Liang's younger sister has never gotten married."

"Well, but..."

The enthusiastic tour guide, who had been ignored, leaped in front of the two in the middle of summer, forcefully drawing their attention to himself.

"Dean Zhu, it's so boring listening to Ah Huai, that old-fashioned guy, talk about the gossip of the elders."

He straightened his tie and cleared his throat.

"This used to be the property of the Ning family. Thirty years ago, the youngest son of the Ning family fell in love with the youngest daughter of the Liang family."

In the height of summer, the story vividly unfolds: "Two star-crossed lovers, their lives filled with sorrow and despair, were given to Liang's youngest daughter by the Ning family's youngest son."

"Who knew that the young lady of the Liang family was so proud and arrogant, and she returned the house."

"Young Master Ning wasn't going to lose face, so he eagerly sent it back."

Zhu Xi was completely overwhelmed by what she heard, her almond-shaped eyebrows furrowed, and she didn't really want to listen anymore.

Zhou Yinghuai took her wrist and quickened his pace, away from the summer noise. "You can think of it as two rich and idle people passing notes through the house."

Zhu Xi's eyes lit up. "This note isn't being passed around anymore?"

"Young Master Ning died in a car accident twenty years ago."

"Oh." She had seen and experienced many births, aging, sickness, and death, so she didn't feel particularly sad.

The wrist bones that were touched and encircled seemed to be imbued with the power of three true fires.

She lowered her eyes, curled her lips into a smile, and did not pull away.

"Zhou Yinghuai, you, a man who values ​​appearances above all else, have also learned to gossip about the elders of the Liang family?"

Liang Chenxing was wearing a light blue sleeveless suit, and her hair was much shorter than when they last met at the hospital.

The high heels slapped the ground as they approached the newlyweds holding hands.

"Gossiping behind people's backs is one thing, but how did you even pick up the habit of casually holding people's hands!"