When Song Fengwan returned home, Qiao Aiyun and Old Madam Yan were sitting in the living room and reading the portfolio album provided by the bridal shop.
"Why are you only back now? Have you eaten dinner?" Qiao Aiyun put down the portfolio album.
"Yes." Song Fengwan rubbed her nose.
"Wanwan, come here and take a look. I've chosen a few gowns for you. You can try them tomorrow." Old Madam Yan smiled.
"Me?"
"After you try them on, we can take a few family portraits." Old Madam Yan beckoned Song Fengwan to sit beside her and showed her the gowns she had chosen.
In the past, their family used to take family portraits every year. But ever since her husband passed away, she and Yan Wangchuan were the only ones in the photos, making them exceptionally cold and lonely. It had been more than ten years since they had taken family portraits.
