Chen Ningxi brought the household registration book back to the car, and after sitting down, she asked Cheng Qiaobei, "Have you thought it through?"
Cheng Qiaobei started the car, his expression calm, as he held Chen Ningxi's hand, discovering that her fingers were icy.
"Of course, I'm very clear about it. How about you?"
Chen Ningxi took a deep breath, "I am too."
He warmed her hand with his large palm, gently rubbing her fingertip. Cheng Qiaobei understood the confusion and hesitation a woman faces when entrusting herself to another man, but he would make sure Chen Ningxi knew she was right to trust him.
The registration process went relatively smoothly, with a small interruption in the middle: the one in charge of handling Chen Ningxi's registration was her high school classmate Zhang Yuetong.