Fu Shiyan fell silent for quite a while before he spoke, his voice hoarse, "Yanyan."
An Yan chuckled lightly, "Moved again?"
Suddenly, Shiyan remembered the ring on his ring finger, engraved with the initials AY on the inside.
To An Yan, AY meant both An Yan and Ayan.
But he hadn't expected that the Galaxy brand AY was actually named after Ayan.
He had taken root in her heart for so long.
An Yan teased with a laugh, "You're not crying, are you?"
"No," his voice was obviously choked up.
An Yan pursed her lips, "Then you have to be even better to me from now on."
Fu Shiyan hummed softly, "From now on, you get to be on top."
An Yan burst out laughing, "Are you annoying or what? Two out of three sentences you say are not serious."
"I want to come to see you."
"No, there are rules." An Yan raised her hand to cover her mouth, whispering, "You already broke the rules last night. Ayan, you haven't said who designed the wedding dress yet?"