As the wind blew, she seed to finally feel the reality, slowly returning to her senses from a dazed state.
Lowering her head, she opened the little red book in her hand and took a look.
The certificate had a photo of her and Matthew Saxon. In the picture, Matthew still had his handso brows and refined eyes, looking as picture-perfect as ever, with not a flaw to be found.
And as for her, she didn’t know what was going on at the ti, she was actually grinning foolishly.
In the photo, both her expression and her gaze displayed a kind of goofy feeling, forming a stark contrast to the noble and handso, god-like, unapproachable man beside her.
Watching it, Scarlett Yates frowned: "It’s so unfair, you look so good in the photo, why do I look so silly?"
Silly, too silly, from her eyebrows to her eyes, there was an air of foolishness, like a silly village girl who had a stroke of luck and picked up an extraordinarily handso husband, and was smiling so broadly.
The more Scarlett looked at the photo, the less satisfied she felt, and her brow furrowed more and more.
Hearing her complaint, Matthew Saxon leaned over, glanced at it, then laughed: "What’s wrong with it? I think it looks great."
Sure, the smile might be a bit silly, looking cherubic.
But having just got a wife, Matthew was happy, and no matter how he looked, he found the silly-looking woman in the photo utterly adorable.
He genuinely felt it looked great from the bottom of his heart.
"What’s great about it." Scarlett got anxious, biting her lip, pointing at the photo with a finger, she said: "Don’t you think it looks silly? The smile looks like sothing out of Stan Lee’s The Legend of the Condor Heroes."
Matthew glanced again, patted her head, and with a curved lip said: "It’s a little bit silly, but it’s a cute kind of silly, and I like it."
"Matthew, can this photo be retaken?" Scarlett said with a hint of tears, when they had the photo taken, it was shown to them and they both nodded satisfied before the certificate was made.
At the ti, she was in a daze and didn’t look closely. When asked if she was satisfied, all she did was nod.
If she had seen her silly look back then, she wouldn’t have agreed.
Matthew felt a bit helpless, pinched her face and laughed out loud: "Scarlett, how can a wedding photo be retaken? It’s already registered in the system, look, doesn’t it have a stamp on it?"
Stamp?
Scarlett imdiately lowered her head to check, then nodded: "Hmm, it does."
The large hand on his head rubbed a couple more tis, and Matthew reached over, took the marriage certificate from her hand, and placed it into his coat pocket along with his own.
"The marriage certificate is already issued, so stop thinking about retaking the photo, it’s not needed often, whether it looks good or not isn’t important, besides..."
His hand reached to her lips, pinched her pouty lip: "As long as I think it looks nice, I just like your silly look."
A few sweet words of coaxing instantly made Scarlett feel as if she had eaten honey, sweetly content.
"Alright then, if it can’t be retaken, it will have to stay like this." She finally gave up on the idea of retaking the photo.
The cold wind outside was unpleasant, and Matthew, afraid she’d catch a cold, quickly wrapped her in his coat and took her into the car.
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