The weather was nice and sunny, and the asphalt road by the river dam was smooth.
Jiang Ning and Tongtong were fooling around for a while, and Tongtong looked at the long line of cars in the distance, whispering, "They're getting married, they're getting married."
There seemed to be excitement in her voice.
Jiang Ning pondered for a couple of seconds and said, "Marriage is the endpoint; reaching the endpoint may not necessarily bring happiness."
Tongtong blinked, "So, will you get married when you grow up?"
Jiang Ning faced the warm breeze: "I wouldn't in the past, but now, it's hard to say."
Tongtong peeked out from beside his arm, curious: "Why wouldn't you before?"
Jiang Ning chuckled: "Back then, I had poor grades, my family's situation was average, no prospects, couldn't get married."
That was indeed the case.
"How much did you make a month back then?"
"Five thousand yuan."
