Recalling the previous decorations in the bridal room, Yu Ting suddenly felt there was nothing to look forward to, and even felt a little scared.
Yu Ziweng, who had been staring at the sign for a long time, gave serious feedback, "Honestly, the lace frills you switched to last year are not as good as the blue and white polka dots with sequins from the year before."
"That's one of the better ones." Yu Zijun seldomly spoke up for Yu Ting, his face serious, then he added.
"Wasn't it better than the colorful cotton and linen fabric with luminescence she used in her second year of junior high?"
"I couldn't sleep at night because it was too bright."
For the two brothers who had lived with Yu Ting for over a decade, they had a strong memory of some of her embarrassing moments.
Lu Nanchen: ?
Yu Ting: ...
That ominous premonition in her heart grew stronger after Yu Ziweng opened the door.
Ding Ding Ding.
The sound of a glass wind chime rang as the door was pushed open.
