Lu Yebai gave a soft laugh. His eyes, deep and dark like rich ink, gazed at Meng Xi'er's beautiful and charming face, and he sighed lightly, "Good. It's just that I couldn't wait."
Looking at his smile, Meng Xi'er couldn't help feeling a trace of unease in her heart.
She instinctively held onto Lu Yebai's hand tightly, "Yebai…"
"What's wrong?"
"No…" Meng Xi'er shook her head, then asked, "Where are we going for our honeymoon?"
"Where do you want to go?"
"Greece?"
Lu Yebai nodded, "Sure."
He reached out and held her gently, then kissed her on the cheek.
"It's getting late, Xiaochen and the others should go to bed," he murmured.
Meng Xi'er nodded, turned around and called Meng Zichen and Lu Wenyu to return to their rooms.
Lu Yebai gazed at her retreating figure, then slowly closed his eyes.
A month has already passed in the span of three.
After getting married, he didn't know if he would have time to accompany her to Greece.