She stared at him with a pair of clear yet panicked eyes, her gaze filled with longing. A tear mole sat beneath the corner of her right eye. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down to her ears, falling softly without a hint of aggression.,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.,Nan Song stood at the top of the stairs, Zhuo Xuan lay in Yu Jin Wen Hui's arms, looking up at Nan Song with triumphant gleam in her eyes.。