Wen Xiaoai picked up the card that fell on her leg and looked at it.

"Why is there a picture of me on it, and my name?"

"It's ID, yours." He hugged her, looked at the ID card in Wen Xiaoai's hand, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"ID card?"

"Well, proof of identity, we humans all use this to prove our identity, and with this, you are just like us."

"Is it really like you?" Wen Xiaoai raised her eyes to look at him, obviously not believing it.

"Well, I'll say the same."

Wen Xiaoai looked at him, her heart was bitter and astringent, tears welled up, and she held back her stomach.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the ID card in her hand again, and touched her finger on the ID card.

She is so happy to look at this.

Wen Xiaoai stared at her ID card carefully for a long time, and was reluctant to put it away.

Jun Moyan also watched with her for a long, long time...

Wen Xiaoai sniffed, put her ID card aside for the time being, and then picked up the small notebook on her lap and opened it to look at it.

On the first page, there are three words that she knows or is the only one she can write.

"What about this, what is this? It also has your name on it. ”

"Hukou book."

Jun Moyan said, took out another one from under his household registration book, and opened it for Wen Xiaoai to see.

"It's yours."

Wen Xiaoai picked it up and looked at it, and sure enough, she saw that her name was written on this book.

"What are you doing with it? Is it also proof of identity? ”

"Yes, but there's another purpose for this."

"What?"

"This can be taken to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate."

"Marriage certificate?" Wen Xiaoai looked at Jun Moyan and blinked, indicating that he didn't understand.

"In our world, marriage is not only about holding a wedding, but also about getting a marriage certificate at the Civil Affairs Bureau, so that they are a real husband and wife in name." He took two household registration books from Wen Xiaoai's hand, opened them and put them together, with yearning and expectation in his eyes.

“…… A real couple? ”

Wen Xiaoai looked at him and muttered.

His bright eyes and the smile on his lips stung her heart.

She pursed her lips and unconsciously clenched her fists.

"Jun Mo Yan ......"

Her voice trembled uncontrollably, and Wen Xiaoai's heart throbbed violently.

"Huh?"

He answered, withdrew his gaze from the two of them's household registers, and looked at her.

Seeing that Wen Xiaoai's face was wrong, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly dissipated.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Xiaoai flattened her mouth, didn't speak, looked at him, and suddenly reached out and hugged his neck, and buried her little face in his neck.

Jun Mo Yan smiled, and then hugged her back.

Habitually sniffed at her neck, the familiar smell of milk mixed with the smell of medicine he didn't like.

He knew something had to happen.

But she didn't say it, and he didn't dare to ask.

I'm afraid that she will tell the story, and he won't be able to help anything.

This sense of powerlessness made him hate his uselessness very much.

Jun Moyan gradually tightened his arms, and his heart was like a boulder, and he was about to lose his breath.

He was scared, and he had been scared from the moment he picked up Wen Xiaoai's phone and heard her cry.

Even if Wen Xiaoai was in his arms at this moment, the fear in his heart was still not less.

There has never been such a strong sense of unease.

"Little ......"

He couldn't help but call her name, and lowered his head and kissed her softly on the neck.

As soon as her neck was hot, Jun Moyan frowned and hugged her even tighter.

"Why are you crying more and more? It's all a crying bag. ”

He forced a relaxed and joking tone, which made Wen Xiaoai unable to control her tears as she listened.