He glanced at her briefly, his lips curving. "Don’t worry."

The ease in his tone made her blink. "Don’t worry? We’re talking about official documents..."

"Everything will be handled." His words were calm, final.

She fell quiet, her brows knitting faintly. Once again, she wondered—just how much power did this man truly hold? In the other world, he had been a prince, a man born with authority and dignity that could bend armies.

Here, she knew him only as a beloved star, dazzling on screen, untouchable in the eyes of fans.

But was that all? 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The way he spoke now, so certain, so unshakable, made her heart pound. Was there more to him than even she knew?

The car slid to a stop in front of the marriage registration bureau. Hua Jing’s heart began to race, faster and faster.

This was real.

Fu Jing Rong came around and opened her door, holding her hand firmly as they walked inside. There were a few people milling about, couples chatting nervously, the scent of ink and paper heavy in the air.

For Hua Jing, each step felt surreal. She, who once thought marriage was a distant dream—now she was walking hand in hand with the man who had held her through lifetimes, about to bind herself to him forever.

At the counter, the staff barely hesitated after glancing at Fu Jing Rong. Their expressions shifted from routine professionalism to something sharper, almost reverent. Documents appeared quickly, approvals stamped faster than she could follow.

Her name, his name, signatures written side by side.

Her heart thudded so loudly she thought he might hear it.

Fu Jing Rong remained steady through it all, his expression calm, but his thumb brushed the back of her hand again and again—as if he, too, needed the reassurance that this was truly happening.

Then the red booklets were placed before them.

Small, simple things. Yet when Hua Jing picked hers up, her hands trembled.

The emblem pressed into the cover shone faintly under the fluorescent lights. Her own name printed beside his. The seal of the bureau locking them together under the law.

She looked up at him, disbelief shimmering in her eyes.

Fu Jing Rong met her gaze. For the first time in years, his composure cracked—his lips tugged into a smile so full of tenderness it almost broke her.

"This is real," she whispered, clutching the booklet to her chest.

"Yes," he said softly. His own copy rested securely in his hand. "You’re mine. Finally."

The words were simple, but her heart surged violently.

The sun poured down in golden warmth as the two of them stepped out of the bureau.

The sky stretched wide and clear, and the soft winds carried the scent of blooming flowers.

A few petals, caught by the breeze, swirled gently in the air around them.

Hua Jing lifted her hand, her fingers catching one delicate blossom mid-flight.

She stared at it for a moment before her lips curved into a smile.

"It’s spring," she whispered, her voice brimming with quiet joy.

They had first met again in the cold bite of winter, fate binding them in frost.

And now—under the soft warmth of spring—they had sealed their marriage.

A laugh, light and girlish, escaped her. She spun once, holding the petal in her palm, her happiness too much to contain.

Fu Jing Rong only watched her with silent eyes, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile that was gentle, steady, and impossibly soft.

There was no need for words—his expression spoke clearly.

This moment, this woman, was what he had been waiting for all his life.

After a while, he let out a low chuckle.

"What do you want to do next, Mrs. Fu?"

Hua Jing’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and then she giggled, covering her mouth.

The title sounded strange, but sweet—sweet enough to make her heart pound harder.

"Mrs. Fu..." she repeated playfully, as though testing it on her tongue.

Then she reached for his hand, and with laughter bubbling between them, the two skipped down the steps like carefree lovers, their joy spilling over, unrestrained.

They slid into the sleek car, doors closing with a soft thud, and just like that—they were gone.

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Inside the bureau, silence reigned for a long moment.

The staff stood still, blinking as if they had been under a spell.

Everything had happened so fast, like a dream rushing by.

It was only when the sound of the car faded into the distance that one of them finally came back to her senses.

Her eyes widened, her hand slapping lightly against the desk.

"Isn’t that... Fu Jing Rong?"

The others froze. Then, slowly, heads began to nod.

The realization spread through the room like a ripple in water.

"Yes... yes, it was him."

"But... why didn’t we notice sooner?" one asked, looking bewildered.

Another whispered, "He looked so different up close... and the way he smiled—"

Their gazes met, a sense of awe dawning in their expressions.

And then, softly, one clerk murmured the words that silenced them all.

"Then the rumors are true. He really... he really woke up."

The room grew heavy.

For months, the entire entertainment world had been buzzing with whispers.

That the once-celebrated star, Fu Jing Rong, had fallen into a deep coma.

That he would never wake again.

And now, without fanfare, without any announcement, he had appeared here—alive, well, and... married.

The clerks exchanged uneasy glances.

"If this becomes known, the whole country will explode with the news."

"Not just the country—the entire industry."

"But who was the woman?"

Hua Jing had worn a mask when getting in sk no one saw her whole face but just a bit of it.

The part that was visible was still stunning

Their voices dropped, as though speaking her name aloud would be a sin.

"She’s beautiful... I swear I’ve seen her face before. Could she be..."

They had a premonition because she really did look like the person they were all thinking

One of them shook her head, "No way! It can’t be her! Hua Jing has been in a coma as well and no one knows when she will wake up so it can’t..."

She was one of Hua Jing’s fans so how could she not recognize her idol?

The other said, "The two of the have been enemies for the longest time, there is just no way!"