All the decorations here had been arranged with her grandfather, and she thought that Li Beicheng had long forgotten them.
Memories from the past unintentionally surfaced in her mind, and it took her a long time to finally lift her foot and cautiously walk forward on the red carpet.
The entire old mansion was silent, with no servants in sight.
It wasn't until she walked past the angel statue fountain that a confetti cannon suddenly exploded above her head.
Colored ribbons fell all around, gently landing on the palms of her hands and her shoulders.
She wasn't sure what she was feeling as she slowly turned around.
In the last vestiges of the sunset, Yan Xiaye's gaze, focused and melancholic, suddenly saw the young man she had once married.
Li Beicheng was wearing the white suit from their wedding, as handsome and tall as ever.
