She spoke, turning back to wave at Lu Jinyan.
Lu Jinyan brought her suitcase in, Ning Wan unlocked it and took out a painting.
"Here, little aunt, this is my wedding gift to you and uncle, I hope you like it."
"Thank you."
Song Yinyin took the painting.
Although she didn't understand art, the painting depicted a girl and boy kissing on the beach, with warm and beautiful tones, looking very happy.
"It's 'Spring' by the famous Italian modern painter Vinoor, symbolizing first love. It's indeed the best wedding gift. Thank you, Wan.
Lu Jihan said, casually wrapping his arm around Song Yinyin's slim waist, resting his forehead against hers, and softly saying, "You are my first love."
Song Yinyin blushed, gently pinching his waist.
"Everyone is still watching, don't..." she softly called out, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"We just got married, everyone will understand."
