"Celebrating my birthday just means having a meal with the family, no need to make a fuss," Han Yingying yawned lazily, replying, "If you really want to give me something, just make me a delicious meal."
"What do you want to eat?"
"You can freestyle it."
"Alright," Shen Mosheng paused, then suggested softly, "On your birthday, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register our marriage."
"Okay."
Shen Mosheng let out a happy laugh, his rare bright smile making his handsome face look even more attractive.
Time flew by, and soon it was Han Yingying's birthday.
Early in the morning, Shen Mosheng was already neatly dressed.
The usually composed Shen Mosheng was now like a young boy, both excited and nervous. His palms were slightly sweating, and he kept checking himself in the mirror over and over, fearful of any imperfection.
Meanwhile, Han Yingying was still sleeping soundly, completely different from his excited state.