Nansong stood behind Yu Jinwen, staring at his tall and straight back like a pine tree. Looking at his cold and stern face reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window, she felt her heart sink to the bottom.,Tomorrow is their third wedding anniversary. They have planned a lot, and they even thought about three years from now, and then another three years, twenty three-year periods, that's a lifetime.,Wiping her nose, she swallowed the tears welling up inside, refusing to let them fall. Picking up a pen, she signed her name on the side—Lunan Song.。