As she entered and saw those people, Yan Zao felt a bit nervous. Her gaze swept around everyone, spotting several familiar faces, such as Lan Sizhen and Lan Mu's aunts, his little aunt, and uncles—people she had seen when she was a child.
According to custom, the groom could put down the bride after carrying her through the door, but Lan Mu did not put her down. Instead, he carried Yan Zao directly to Lan Guodong and Li Sufen.
They were seated in the middle of the sofa, Lan Guodong dressed in a dark blue shirt and black trousers, Li Sufen in a deep red cheongsam, elegant and dignified.
Yan Zao just stood in front of them, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.
Her palms were sweating with nervousness.
Suddenly, Lan Mu grabbed her hand and clasped it tightly in his.
The warmth of his palm gave Yan Zao a sense of security and dependency.
She pursed her lips and smiled.
