Time flies, it's like a dream, isn't it?
In Lu Yuan's mind, recounting the feats he has accomplished over the years, it feels like a lifetime ago.
In a mere seventeen years, he has managed to create such great accomplishments, is that really possible?
He asked himself, but in the end, there is no definitive answer.
Ultimately, he takes a deep breath, exposes a smile on his face and takes a stride forward, leisurely descending to greet his queen.
Regardless of whether this is real or fake, a dream or reality.
At least in this moment, let's assume it is all real.
Seize the day, live in the present.
In front of the wedding carriage, Lu Yuan grips the hand of his queen, feeling her slight tremble, he holds her firmly, step by step they ascend the stairs, heading towards the ceremony.
"South has Jiu Mu. Joy only to the gentleman, the footstep suits it."
"South has Jiu Mu. The joy to the gentleman, the footstep will remove it. ..."
