His voice held a faint melancholy that made Yu Jingrong's heart ache.
She pressed her lips together, softly saying, "I was merely making casual remarks earlier. As a girl, you surely can't expect me to be the one to talk about marriage first, can you?"
"What's there to it? Back in the day, when your grandmother and I got married, it was your grandmother who proposed. Who cares who proposes, as long as you're happy? Your grandmother held out her hand, her voice slightly weak, "You and Chengyun are already engaged, marriage is just a matter of time. And with him protecting you, I can rest assured. You won't be too tired, and the Yu family...I can only leave it in your hands. If I really pass away, can you promise to take care of this home?"
Yu Jingrong's voice choked up, "Grandfather, you're in good health, don't overthink."
