"Not much," Jiutiao Meijie spoke casually and with ease, "just that you said something exactly like what my mother would say."
The pressure on his hand grew.
"Mother and son share a special bond, something you can't understand as a girlfriend right now," Dubian Che said, then turned his head to Mrs. Jiutiao, "Right, dear Mother?"
"Mother? Where is the Mother?" Jiutiao Zhenji looked around, "Where could Mother be?"
Dubian Che whispered to Jiutiao Meijie, "Your mom's gone crazy, really."
"Che-kun," Jiutiao Zhenji's radiant smile was ruthless as her hand twisted at Dubian Che's waist—truly like mother, like daughter.
In such an atmosphere, the three of them walked to the cultural center.
It was a courtyard enclosed by long pavilions, surrounded by lush trees, with white clouds and blue sky in the distance.
In the courtyard, a wedding was being held, with many onlookers.
At Meiji Shrine, weddings were naturally conducted in the "Divine wedding" style.
