Mo Junhua's leg had already healed, and he strode with a lively vigor, utterly concealing the limp he had just a few days ago, all thanks to Lan Tian's medicinal plaster. Dressed in his brand-new military uniform, with a stern expression, he headed to Grandma Sun's house to fetch the bride. The wedding band played their instruments, followed by a group of laughing and frolicking youths.
Entering the courtyard, Mo Junhua's eyes only saw the petite figure approaching him gracefully, a flash of astonishment in his eyes; the rest of the world faded away.
The child had grown up to be attractive, something he knew since her younger days, his gaze always following her movements. Back then, he hadn't come to his senses, never considering this aspect, only wanting to keep her close by, no matter under what guise.
