The warm sun was resplendent, yet it imbued no warmth.
Snow in the courtyard lay fluffy and thick like a blanket, with the crisscrossed tracks of car tires deeply etched into it.
Bursts of laughter echoed through the living room.
"This is fantastic, Ahan has finally tied the knot with Xiaojiu." Holding two marriage certificates, Old Madam Jiang's smile was so wide she could hardly close her mouth.
"I've finally lived to see this day."
Jiang Hai and Veya huddled to her left and right, staring at the marriage certificates as if they had never seen such things before, altogether too fascinated.
"Jiuliang, you two really rushed through this big event quietly," Feng Yi said, giving a thumbs-up to the nettlesome couple sitting together across from him.
"Exactly, you left early in the morning so quietly, we thought you were just going out on a date," Jiang Yisheng teased in addition.
Ye Jiuliang leaned against Li Mochan, arching an eyebrow, "Don't forget the gift money."
