"That's exactly what I wanted you to take!" Ning Hanying patted Jiang Tan's hand. "Yinghuai told me you don't have parents. Today, think of me as your mother as I send you off to marry."
In Jiang Tan's heart, a shallow sense of guilt surfaced.
She thought, Zhou Moxing had done wrong, caused the deaths of her own parents, but Ning Hanying was innocent.
As this thought infiltrated her mind, it carried sharp barbs that hurt terribly.
Jiang Tan's eyes reddened, and as she looked at Ning Hanying, she didn't know what to say for a long time.
However, Ning Hanying thought Jiang Tan looked like this just because she was nervous, so she said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, Yinghuai will be at the wedding. He will take good care of you."
Jiang Tan thought that such kindness, she had almost never experienced since she became an orphan.
She lowered her head, hiding the touch in her eyes, and said softly, "I know, thank you, Auntie, I'm not nervous."
