Later, when Grandma mentioned it, he thought about An Ran in a red dress standing beside him, and it seemed pretty nice.
Mu Xingfeng talked for a while, and only then did An Ran catch onto his train of thought. She simply chose a comfortable position to lean into his embrace, holding his large hand in reverse, softly rubbing the thin calluses on the web of his thumb.
"If Grandma and Grandpa like the traditional style, then let's go with that. Anyway, when my elder sister and Brother Wenxuan, and Brother and Sister Ruonan got married, it was in a Western style. We can change it up for a fresh sensation, plus I'll be in red and you'll be in green—isn't that a perfect match?"
Seeing her mischievous blink, Mu Xingfeng kissed her forehead, "Alright, I'll discuss it with Grandpa and Grandma tomorrow. It's late, you go on first—I'll handle a few more things before joining you."
