The brides were all helping out in the kitchen while others were sitting on the sofa in the east room, cracking sunflower seeds and chatting away.
No one cared about the bustling heat of the kitchen.
He Qianhui spoke, pulling on Zhang Hao's arm, "How about we just forget it? We'll see it on the wedding day."
Zhang Hao didn't understand why He Qianhui would choose this moment to back out.
But he respected her wishes anyway.
"Then we'll wait until our wedding day to see it. I haven't really been around this place much before, and even if I had, I've almost forgotten everything over such a long time."
"I'm free today, so how about I give you a tour around?" With that, Qianhui immediately perked up with interest.
After all, this was Zhang Hao's hometown, even if he didn't grow up here.
But he was inherently connected to this place.
Having the chance to see his hometown this time might offer her a deeper understanding of him.
