For a moment, being overly courteous, Lu Qingyuan felt a bit uncomfortable. Noticing her demeanor, he awkwardly smiled and said, "Yingying, please sit! I thought you weren't coming today, why didn't you say anything?"
She sat next to Lu Beichen, her gaze frequently drifting to his face. "I've been feeling unwell lately, and Dad told me to rest at home. But I heard Brother Beichen got married and brought the bride home today, so I came to see her on purpose. Why haven't I seen the bride?"
She glanced around, her nerves visibly tense.
"Tongtong went to the backyard with Nian Nian to see Jiu Jiu!" Lu Qingyuan sighed, "Yingying! Beichen has always been your brother, just like Beiyao!"
Tu Yingying's eyes reddened even more, tears seemed on the verge of falling. She, already delicate and charming, now appeared even more fragile, akin to a willow swaying in the wind, pitiful and lovely.
