It's getting late, go to sleep. 。The man's low, magnetic voice suddenly pulled Jiang Can back from his thoughts. 。At that moment, our eyes met. His gaze was deep and dark like ink, swirling with unfathomable emotions. 。Jiang Canzhang grasped his hand, and his heart beat faster. 。,He was stunned. Although life hadn't been easy before, it hadn't been this destitute. 。The eyes were slightly red, and she hesitated in the restroom for a long time, unable to decide. 。The man outside the door seemed to understand what she was thinking, and suddenly said in a low voice: "I'll go out for a cigarette, you take your time washing..." 。Jian Can's heart pounded. He pressed his ear against the door, listening. The footsteps gradually faded away. With a creak, the door closed, and silence filled the air. 。On the mottled wall, the large red Chinese character for "happiness" seemed a little pale. 。The day before the wedding, a typhoon swept through the city, leaving torn-down advertising signs and snapped trees scattered along the streets. 。Ginger married amidst the chaos. 。There was no fancy wedding car to pick her up. She had to walk a long way before getting into that unassuming van. After what felt like ages, they finally reached the village. The muddy path left her shoes and wedding dress covered in dirt. 。The elderly say that getting married in this weather will not bring happiness. 。However, Ginger Chan had long since stopped placing her own happiness at heart. 。,"I gasped, instinctively crossing my arms, but... "。