On the main road leading to the small vi in Arkpool City, the breeze rustled the parasol tree leaves, and specks of brilliant sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves, dappling the car bodies.


    A Maybach was driving forward at 60 mph. Tristan was driving the car himself, and Monica sat in the passenger seat looking blissfully happy.


    The car was ying a soothing song in English. The melody was particrly beautiful and the volume was just right.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    She looked down, flipping through the exquisiterge notebook in her hands. It had tables detailing the 100 romantic little things couples should do.


    In the past few days, they had already done four things. They watched a horror movie together, eating popcorn with her head buried in his chest.


    Wearing a white chiffon dress and bare feet, they held hands on the beach, waiting for the sunset.


    With eyes closed, she let Tristan lead her down a long path lined with fresh flowers. She smiled as she inhaled the floral scent, and he told her stories from when he was little…


    She apanied him home, cooked dinner together, did housework together…


    Eachpleted item was dated, and had both of their red finger prints – full of ceremony.


    These were the drips of happiness that would enrich their time together in the years toe.


    She flipped through the unfinished items – they all looked quite interesting.


    Actually, she loved him. As long as they were together, no matter what they did, she would find it very interesting – that was love.


    Tristan drove the car with a gentle expression, ncing at her from time to time. Having her by his side always made him feel very reassured.


    Seeing Monica’s smile, he couldn’t help but lift the corners of his lips – the curve of his mouth was very attractive.


    If someone’s presence makes you inexplicably happy, that’s also love.


    At this moment, the car was filled with the atmosphere of happiness. Their rtionship was very stable now.


    “Tristan, will we really get married afterpleting all 100 things?” The girl blinked her bright eyes at him and asked somewhat expectantly.


    Tristan’s voice was gentle and pleasing, “Of course, that’s our agreement.”


    “Then I roughly calcted just now – if yourpany isn’t too busy, we should be able toplete at least five things a week.”


    “That works out perfectly then? I’ve also saved up enough for the bride price, so I can bring you home sooner.”


    Tristan just wanted to focus on the rtionship now. Thepany was running very steadily, and this was an unprecedented feeling that no career sess could rece.


    Monica’s existence seemed to awaken every dormant cell in his body, making Tristan feel that every day was so vibrant.


    He would go to bed earlier, looking forward to the next morning, looking forward to seeing her.


    “Monica, you can choose to do anything you want first, doesn’t have to be in order,” Tristan said indulgently. “Just decide based on your mood, I’m fine with anything.”


    “Okay.” When Monica saw the words “taking a bath together” written in the notebook, she couldn’t help blushing. She quickly closed the notebook.


    The car soon drove into the viplex. The curved asphalt road was right ahead. Two minutester, the familiar small vi came into view.


    At the same time, a familiar car in the yard also came into view. Tristan and Monica saw the car door open, and Algerone got out carrying arge bouquet of roses, striding towards the living room.


    “Stop the car, stop quickly.” Monica said excitedly but quietly.


    Tristan pulled over and stopped the car. They were very tacit – it’s better not to disturb in this situation right?