Yunshan felt the specially cool and comfortable air conditioning inside the extended Lincoln wedding limousine, but why was the sweat in Chen Ziqian's palms increasing by the minute?
Anxiously, she looked at him beside her, dressed in a suit and shoes, elegant and handsome enough to keep her gaze fixed. He was still looking at the road ahead. The traffic was very smooth today, and they were expected to arrive at the wedding venue in about ten minutes. Perhaps feeling her worried gaze, he raised his fingers and gently tapped twice in her palm, soothingly saying, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"But there's a lot of sweat in your palms. And on your forehead too." Yunshan raised her hand, wiping his forehead, and he turned his head towards her and smiled gently, "It's my first marriage, so it's inevitable to be nervous."
"First time? Are you thinking about a second time?"
