Early the next morning, Ling Sheng was woken up by the two little kids.
It was clearly her wedding day. Other than herself who did not feel anything, everyone else was more excited than her, the bride-to-be.
The two little kids were dressed like the golden couple in the Chinese New Year painting. There were even two little bumps on their foreheads, and they were so cute that everyone could not help but want to hug and pinch them in their arms.
Little Sangyu's eyes sparkled with stars. Her face was flushed and she said in a soft voice, "Mommy, you should get up and get married."
Ling Sheng smiled and hugged the little girl. "Who taught you about marriage?"
Little Sangyu smiled and rubbed herself against her arms as she said in a small voice, "Brother Xiaoqi taught me."
Xiaoqi looked at her with his big eyes like a little adult. "Mommy, the sun is already shining on my butt."
