This question made Clara Bennett laugh and say, "Since when does a bride walk in and get asked such a question?"
But seeing the other person speaking seriously, "I was just afraid you might be hungry. After all, a wedding is quite a physical endeavor, quite exhausting."
These words filled her heart with warmth, and she softly thanked him, "I'm full, you don't need to worry so much."
She then lightly tapped the wooden structure beside her twice with the small rod she held in her hand to lift the veil, making some noise to guide him to her side, "Can you come over here now? Do you need me to help you find the spot?"
"No need to trouble yourself."
William Foster replied, moving forward until he stopped.
William Foster answered calmly, "I can go over myself."
The wheelchair slowly moved to the bedside. Clara turned her head, catching sight of his figure from the corner of her eye.
She softly opened her mouth and said, "Reach out your hand."
