Bai Wei seriously contemplated for a moment before equally seriously saying to Fu Han, "I think your suggestion is great. Why don't you go and tell Luo Qinghe to get married today? I have no objection."
Fu Han's eyes widened in disbelief. She had only meant to tease Bai Wei and gleefully watch a spectacle unfold; she never expected... Okay, she admitted that she had misjudged how much Bai Wei wanted to marry Luo Qinghe.
The makeup artist had already been waiting in Bai Wei's personal waiting room. Anticipating a long and tedious makeup process, Fu Han was eager to find a place to catch up on some sleep. She hadn't slept well the previous night after being woken up early by the sound of Bai Wei pounding on her door.
Yet Bai Wei, in a rare overflow of girlish sentimentality, adamantly refused to let Fu Han leave her side and insisted on having her company, claiming she was too nervous and scared to be alone.