Cui Qingrou, who had been holding back her tears, suddenly wept uncontrollably. She bit her lower lip fiercely, refusing to let herself cry out loud. Her tears dropped onto the ground, blooming into little flowers as they spread.
A warm and strong hand reached out and grasped hers. Feeling the tremble in her palm, Mo Qingze straightened his back and stared resolutely at Old Lady Cui, his firmness on his face deeply moving. "Mother, for the rest of my life, I shall never let Qingniang down!"
Old Lady Cui looked at their clasped hands, tears streaming down her face. "Good, good, good!"
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Mo Yan went to check the kitchen and, seeing no issues, hurried back to the wedding hall to make sure everything was in order. Relaxing a little, she asked, "Grandfather Li, my father and the others are on their way, right? Shouldn't we start preparing for the bowing ceremony?"
