Ye Xingguang was originally in a stable mood, but when each woman who entered into marriage handed her a flower, telling her that today was their wedding anniversary and they wanted to convey the happiness of their marriage through the flowers, how could she control her emotions?
Especially this elderly couple with gray hair, who have loved each other all their lives, made her feel touched and envious.
These are not just seventy flowers, they are seventy happy marriages, seventy years of a blessed marriage...
The blessing was too overwhelming; she couldn't hold so many flowers, so she could only take one and place it on the table one by one...
Her nose tingled with emotion, nearly moved to tears.
She turned her head, looking at Ye Junqing who was sitting beside her, couldn't control her feelings, leaned over, and gave his handsome face a hard kiss.
With feelings stirred, she said, "Is this my birthday present?"
"Do you like it?"
