"Once we're in the garden, we'll be safe. Relax!"
"Hmm."
With a low response, amidst the shower of flying petals, Zhan Se felt like she was dreaming. One moment she was on the road clinging to life, and the next she had become a warm and happy bride. Could this pace be any less reliable?
"Zhan Xiaoyao, what are you thinking about? Call out to Second Uncle already."
When the man's deep voice reached her ears, the absent-minded Zhan Se pulled her thoughts back and realized that she had already been carried by him to the end of the red carpet. There, a big red set of steps awaited, covered in flowers and with a podium set up on top. In front of her stood a middle-aged man leaning on a metal cane, smiling.
Second Uncle?!
She had long heard of him but had never met him, so Zhan Se was somewhat curious about this Second Uncle of the Quan family.
With a smile, she looked directly into Quan Shiheng's eyes.
"Second Uncle, hello."
"Good, good... What a good child!"
