Qin Yin watched them chuckling from the side, while Nan Sichen turned his head to look at her, his eyes deep and melancholic. He did not believe that she tied the red silk to her own hand just because it looked symmetrical; there must be some other reason, but since she didn't say, he didn't want to press her.
As long as he could see her happy like this, anything was fine, as long as she was willing to smile at him, that was enough. He didn't believe any gods would bless them, he didn't believe in heaven or earth, he only believed in himself, believed that Yinyin would not give up on their love.
Suddenly, Qin Yin brought over two drinks, turned her head, and handed one to Nan Sichen, saying, "Let's have a drink too."
"Sure!" Nan Sichen curled his lips, took the glass from Qin Yin's hand, but his deep eyes never left Qin Yin, even while drinking, he kept staring at her.
