Nian Shutong stood next to Uncle Long, who was wearing a very traditional Hanfu. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he grasped Nian Shutong's hand.
"You look nice in this outfit."
"Hehe, Uncle Long, this seems to be the first time you've complimented me."
"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more."
Nian Shutong covered her mouth, her whole demeanor was soft, no longer as sharp as before, her entire aura was renewed.
Uncle Long blinked, said nothing, and began to walk forward with Nian Shutong's hand in his.
Ahead were white chairs wrapped with light green gauze, very fresh and beautiful.
As Nian Shutong and Uncle Long walked past, everyone stood up.
The Yu Family, He Family, Chuan Family, Hua Yuan, Aunt Mei, Qi Shuang, Aunt Lan, Lian Qing's parents, not to mention Lian Qing, Lin Mu, Hua Rong, Ji Sisi, Dou Dou, and even Ha Ha, Xiong Da.
