Gu Shaocheng pats his shoulder: "It's good that you can still smile. I thought you were going to call off the wedding."
Hua Hua takes a deep breath through his nose, "Brother, am I really embarrassing and useless?"
"With a face like that, you still want to not be embarrassed? Take a look in the mirror and see how ugly it's gotten. We'll have to bring the makeup artist on the plane to touch you up again." Gu Shaocheng laughs and pats his head, "Do you want to get married or not?"
Hua Hua nods heavily, "Of course I do!"
"Then stop dawdling," he checks the time on his watch, "if you keep procrastinating, we really won't make it to the wedding today, don't mess around, okay?"
Hua Hua keeps wiping his tears, and now the tears are not as fierce as before, "I'm not messing around."
