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. 。,Jiāng Càn turned his head back, a little embarrassed. The only towel he had was now down around him.,Ginger hastily pulled the blanket over, her little face flushed red. 。After marriage, the depths of his eyes became even more profound and complex. 。He walked slowly to her side, his voice low and icy with a hint of husky ambiguity, "It's getting late, let's sleep." 。This time, the emphasis was placed on the two words "we". 。Jiang Can's heart jumped out of his throat, closing his eyes. Suddenly, a force encircled his waist, and he leaned into that person's embrace, being pressed down onto the bed by him…。