"Marry me? Haha, do you even know what it means to get married?" Ning Fan was taken aback, and couldn't help but chuckle.
In his life, he had never been confessed to by a child barely three years old, and he found it amusing.
"Of course I know! Getting married means being like Sister Siya, wearing a beautiful wedding coat, eating lots and lots of wedding cakes, sitting on a wedding boat, and lighting wedding lanterns! Die'er dreams of getting married!" Zhao Die'er replied in her childish voice, her tiny face full of envy.
She was too young to understand the meaning of marriage. For her, getting married meant delicious food and fun activities...
"Sister Siya? Who's that?" Ning Fan squatted down, gently patting Zhao Die'er's little head, his expression softening.
