Looking at the straight road ahead that led directly to the building opposite, Huo Yishan couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
They're not really going to walk there, are they? In such scorching sun, and with her wearing high heels no less—wouldn't this road take at least fifteen minutes to traverse?
Though she was quite good at handling high heels, the sun was just too intense.
And when the car could very well have driven in, why should they walk?
"Are we really going to walk over there?"
"Mm," Li Yuan didn't tell her that this was a family tradition of the Li Family.
It was customary for a prospective bride to walk to the main hall upon her arrival.
"Let's go, I'll hold your hand."
He tightly held her hand, walking shoulder to shoulder with her. Their harmonious figures appeared to be part of a magnificent painting set within an ancient castle, dazzling and splendid.
Halfway through the walk, Huo Yishan's brow lightly furrowed, showing signs of fatigue.
