A certain sense of happiness sweet as honey swirled in Qiao Xiaon'an's heart as she lightly traced her fingers over his palm.
When her eyes met his, she waited for his answer. He curved his thin yet sensual lips into an elegant smile, "It's time."
At this moment, the four elders seated at the dining table were still intensely discussing wedding plans. Yun Old Master was full of laughter but suddenly brushed his frosty white beard.
"You all are discussing so enthusiastically, but you didn't consider the kids' wishes at all," he noted.
Deng Jiaru, along with Qiao's parents, gave a start and turned their eyes onto Qiaoqiao.
The old man also looked at her, "Qiaoqiao, do you have any expectations for your wedding? As long as it's what you want, your granddad will certainly make it happen."
"Having your assurance is enough satisfaction for me," she mused. "To be frank, I don't have any expectations. As long as I have a wedding dress, I'm content."
