"Yes, Old Sir."
Song Menghwa, who heard the promise from Ol' Zhang, suddenly started to laugh. "Don't you feel I'm getting more and more annoying telling you the same thing every day I see you?"
"Old Sir, why would you say that?"
"Ol' Zhang, to be frank, I'm scared, scared that one day it'll be over just like that. I still want to see Qingchun walk down the aisle; I want to personally give her away… Our Qingchun is so beautiful and so nice, how come there isn't a man who has come snap her right up? Ever since she was a little girl, I've been imagining her wedding; it has to be a glorious wedding, as luxurious as it can be… but… it doesn't seem like she's in a hurry to get married anytime soon. So be it, love can't be rushed. The most important thing is that she's happy."
Song Qingchun lowered her head, and two lines of tear fell. She did not push the door open but took several silent steps back and left.
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