Little Qianyuan's voice, sweet as if dipped in honey, filled the heart of young Mu Shaoqian with pride.
Whenever his Little Qianyuan called him brother, he felt so satisfied, so fulfilled...
From afar.
Another little girl stood in front of the iron gate of the Mu family mansion, holding hydrangea petals in her hand, crushing the flowers petal by petal.
Her gaze was fixed tightly on the three people standing under the drooping cherry branches.
Little Qianyuan and Little Chuxi squatted on the ground, burying two plastic flower rings in the soil. After burying them, they stood up, holding hands, and Little Qianyuan was still holding a bouquet of her favorite hydrangeas.
Young Mu Shaoqian watched the boy and girl in front of him and cleared his throat seriously.
"Alright, the wedding ceremony begins now!"
He announced.
"Dun dun dun dun..."
He provided the sound effects himself, cheeks blushing, quickly announcing.
"Okay, Little Qianyuan is now Chuxi's wife!"
"So fast?"
