Walking out of the Golden Hall, Song Ci's face was flushed red and she looked even more alluring.
She carried the violin, held Han Zhan's arm, and walked side by side with him on the streets of Vienna. Han Zhan carried Song Ci's bag and said somewhat regretfully, "I forgot to prepare flowers for you. I send flowers to celebrate your first successful performance."
"I don't need any flowers. I am already very happy tonight." Song Ci released Han Zhan, grabbed the shoulder strap of the violin case with one hand, and twirled it in front of Han Zhan. "Brother Han, I am so happy! I have not been so happy in a long time."
Song Ci would remember this honeymoon for the rest of her life.
