Qiao Yu's engagement banquet was held with great pomp, inviting almost more than half of the upper class in Qingcheng City.
Song Song didn't know if she had attended before, even if she had, she had no impression of it, so this counted as her first time...
So she appeared a bit nervous, her hand holding the man's arm was trembling slightly.
Xiao Jinghuai sensed something was off, turned his head to look at her, only to see a delicate and soft profile, with a hint of youthful innocence, her eyelashes like fallen angels, playfully fluttering...
He asked, "Nervous?"
"Mm."
Song Song was holding up her skirt with one hand, wearing a pair of five to six centimeter heels, and she was so afraid of accidentally falling that she walked very cautiously, trying to take each step steadily.
Then, Xiao Jinghuai held her slim waist with one hand, seemingly wanting to give her some support, "Don't think too much, don't mind others, just treat it as an opportunity to enjoy delicious food."
