Yu Jingrong had arranged to accompany Xin Xiaozhen to try on wedding dresses. Li Chengyun, who was hoping to spend some tender moments with his wife again, had no choice but to let her go.
However, when Yu Jingrong was about to leave, Li Chengyun pulled her into his arms and refused to let go, despite her repeated urgings. "I'm going to be late," she reminded him.
Li Chengyun pressed his forehead against hers and affectionately brushed his nose against hers. "When will you wear a wedding dress—for me?"
Yu Jingrong eased herself out of his embrace and pointed to her stomach. "Whose fault do you think that is?"
Li Chengyun took her hand and placed it gently on her slightly rounded belly. "Your belly isn't that big. You still can."
