Just thinking about it made her envious, so envious that it itched at her heart.
Hearing this, Mo Liancheng slightly lifted his brow, his tone indulgent as he asked, "Tan'er, how about we hold it at Xuanling? How does that sound?"
"Xuanling? Oh! I didn't think of that. I was just thinking about having it back in the modern era." The woman spoke with a face full of longing, gazing into the horizon with a dazed expression, "I really want to have a Western-style wedding, haha, the beautiful white wedding dress I long for, and Chengcheng in his handsome suit..."
That state of mind, that kind of dream, felt incredibly distant yet seemed so near.
Mo Liancheng listened quietly...
Time really passed very quickly.
Before they realized it, almost two more months had gone by.
