Lin Qing's thin eyelashes trembled. Why did Grandma suddenly tell her this?
The old lady's loving gaze shifted from her face to her porcelain-white hand. Her thin fingers rubbed gently as she said earnestly, "If your grandfather was still around, he would definitely be very happy to see you in a wedding dress. But if he finds out that you've suffered so much in the Jiang family, he'll probably hate me to death.
Qianqian, promise Grandma that you'll be a beautiful bride and let Grandma watch you and Yanshen walk the red carpet with my own eyes, okay?"
Doubts flashed across Lin Qingqian's clear eyes. She felt that there was a hidden meaning in Grandma's words, but she was afraid that she was thinking too much.
"Grandma, you…" She wanted to say something but hesitated.
The old lady let go of her hand and patted it gently twice, comforting her silently. "Grandma is fine. Grandma is just a little emotional for a moment. There's nothing else. Go back."
