The helicopter soon arrived at a mountain in the suburbs. The moment she stepped off the aircraft, Ji Xiaosong was stunned by the scene before her.
The entire mountain was a vision of pink and white. The trees were all tied with pink and white silk ribbons that fluttered gently in the breeze.
They walked along a path strewn with pink and white flower petals, flanked on both sides by freshly transplanted champagne and pink roses.
With every three steps they took, a jet of pink fireworks shot into the air.
Just like that, Lu Youheng held Ji Xiaosong's hand, leading her forward step by step, until they were met by one familiar face after another—people Ji Xiaosong had seen before.
"Don't be nervous. They're all my friends from childhood," Lu Youheng said, gently squeezing Ji Xiaosong's hand to reassure her. "You're my wife now. Of course, I should introduce you to all my friends."
The moment the crowd saw them approaching, the atmosphere erupted with excitement.
