She glanced around the courtyard but didn't see Min Ning's figure. Feeling puzzled, she looked up and caught sight of Min Ning sitting with Grandpa on the rooftop, side by side, basking in the vast expanse of the sunset glow.
"Ah, if I weren't already dead, I'd definitely go give my congratulations, to soak up some of the joy."
From a distance, Min He saw the wedding procession forming a long dragon-like line. The bridal sedan advanced gracefully, members of the groom's household continuously handing out red envelopes and dividing red eggs. The sight reminded the old man of his youth, and as his thoughts wandered, he recalled his son's wedding day.
"Back then, your dad was so shy. After finally marrying Miss Tang, he went to pick up the bride and got so nervous his legs turned weak. He fell off the horse several times before he managed to ride it, all thanks to me helping him get back on."
Min He's gaze sparkled with nostalgia, fragments of that day vividly replaying in his mind.
