In Zhao Rong's countless imaginations, the jade exchange ceremony was supposed to be a grand and romantic ceremony, but when it actually came, it was actually simple and the whole process was uneventful.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and carefully tied the white jade medal around Zhao Lingfei's slender waist.

Concubine Zhao Ling also lowered her head silently and tied the black jade medal around her husband's waist with great concentration.

The jade replacement is completed.

The two of them raised their heads in tacit agreement and made eye contact.

No one spoke first, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Pedestrians passing by didn't know what they were doing.

But the two of them know that this journey has not been easy, and the hardships of "meeting" two jade medals.

Zhao Rong suddenly opened his arms and looked at her with a smile.

Zhao Lingfei also opened her hands and leaned forward into his arms.

The two embraced each other.

It was quiet for a while again.

"Should I say something?" Zhao Rong broke the silence with a smile.

On his shoulder, Zhao Lingfei gently wiped the corners of her eyes with the pad of her index finger and responded softly, "Yes."

Zhao Rong looked left and right, up and down, and around the world.

Today, there are no relatives or friends around to witness, no romantic and brilliant flowers in the surrounding woods, no bright and beautiful glow in the sky, not even a single white cloud to watch, the blue sky is calm.

Everything is depressingly bland.

But, he has her in his arms.

That's enough.

"Zhao Lingfei, do you know that it took us one breath to meet each other in this life, but it took us seventeen years, six months and eleven days to get to know each other."

"Meet, get acquainted?" Zhao Lingfei always suspected that her husband was fooling around.

"Yes, in every love story I have read, the hero and heroine must go through five processes: encounter, acquaintance, understanding, falling in love, and separation." Zhao Rong said seriously.

"The last one is Xiangli?" Zhao Lingfei was curious.

"Yes."

"So tell me what stage we are at now?" she asked.

"We just got to know each other, but we haven't separated yet." Zhao Rong nodded.

"That means we are in love. Then tell us how long it will be until we reach the next stage?"

We have known each other day and night for one hundred and six days since we met at the foot of the secluded mountain.

Zhao Rong had always prepared an answer.

"For the rest of my life," he said.

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Chapter completed!