Of all joyous occasions, marrying off a daughter is probably the most bittersweet. The bride's family can't help but cry, while the groom's family can't stop smiling.
Watching their Changqing being carried out the door, followed shortly by their younger son and daughter leaving with Uncle Ding and the grandfathers, the house instantly felt empty.
Bai Xiulan, who had been holding back her tears, finally let them fall. Seeing this, Xu Qiguang's heart ached too, but he still spoke to comfort his wife.
"There are still people here, don't cry. The kids got their marriage certificate a long time ago. It's not like they're disowning you as their mother. Just you wait, our Changqing is the one who'll miss you the most."
If he hadn't said anything, it might have been fine. But hearing his words, Bai Xiulan clamped her right hand over her mouth, afraid she would sob out loud. She finally understood why the children's grandmother had always wanted to keep this one at home.
