Hearing the words "my wife," Luo Xiaoqian's emotions, which she had been striving to control, finally collapsed, and her tears once again slipped from her eyes and fell into the bowl of porridge.
"Xiao Qian?!" Leng Zimo was startled, stood up, and walked to her side, "What's wrong?"
"Zimo!" Luo Xiaoqian suddenly stretched out both arms and wrapped them around his waist, "I don't want to leave you!"
Leng Zimo embraced her body, soothingly stroking her hair, "Silly girl, we're married now, how could I leave you? Rest assured, we'll always be together, we're legally protected as husband and wife now, no one can separate us..."
Luo Xiaoqian was too distressed to speak and just held onto him, allowing her tears to flow.
Crouching down, he cradled her face and gently kissed her cheeks.
