After Aunt Li left, An Lan casually picked up the almanac on the table and flipped through it page by page. Indeed, the nearest auspicious day was a month away. If they missed the good day a month later, it would be at least half a year before another one came.
The time in between was too long.
Just then, Zhang Ya and An Xuan, who had spent enough time in the glass conservatory, came down. It was evident to anyone that a significant change had occurred between them. An Xuan looked at Zhang Ya with eyes that seemed to glisten, and Zhang Ya was also beaming with happiness.
"Lanlan, what are you looking at?" Zhang Ya let go of An Xuan's hand when she saw An Lan and quickly walked over to sit beside her. As she leaned in, she saw An Lan engrossed in the almanac and asked curiously, "Lanlan, are you picking a date for something? Why are you suddenly interested in the almanac?"
