Gu Zhihan was gently leading Mengmeng by the arm, walking up the red carpet, and slowly passing through the archway.
As they entered, someone holding a flower basket scattered petals towards them.
Pink petals fluttered, twirling in the air, gently landing on the shoulders of the two.
Mengmeng couldn't help but catch one, blinked her clear eyes twice, and then immediately said to Gu Zhihan, "Husband, why do I feel like I'm not celebrating my birthday, but rather getting married to you?"
After all, the scene looked exactly like a wedding scene from a drama she had seen.
"Shut up."
Gu Zhihan scolded softly, his ears secretly turning red.
This totally looks like a wedding scene!
It wasn't just them who thought it looked like a wedding scene; Tong Mo and Lu Zichen in the guest seats felt the same.
"Tell me, are they getting married today or is it a birthday?"
