Hua Nuan tried her best to smile, but her eyes were moist, and tears fell from her eyes uncontrollably.
"If only Dad were still alive, he could have held my hand and personally walked me to Huo Zun, rather than having Uncle Jian do it today."
Jian Anguo was somewhat surprised as well.
For the first time... it wasn't him holding Jian Ran's hand to give her to Gu Mochen, but rather, preparing to hold Hua Nuan's hand to give her to Huo Zun.
There was nothing he could do; after all, he was the elder.
This Hua Nuan also loved his cooking, and elders always see everyone as their children. So, when Huo Zun asked Jian Anguo to hold Hua Nuan's hand down the aisle and personally hand her over to him, Jian Anguo agreed without hesitation.
Seeing Hua Nuan's hopeful face, Hua Han's expression subtly changed. Every time Hua Nuan mentioned Hua Kun, it was as if a sharp knife was brutally thrust into his chest.
It made him feel unable to breathe.
"Mm, don't cry."
