On the day Anan turned one hundred days old, Xu Cong and Gong Xuanzhi held their wedding.
The wedding was arranged at Gu Yuan.
It was not a big affair, but very warm.
Every woman fantasizes about having her own wedding, but Gong Xuanzhi didn't have much time to enjoy this moment that belonged to her, as she held Anan in her arms, her eyes full of the child.
"Xuanzhi."
Just as Gong Xuanzhi was soothing Anan to sleep, a pair of fashionably dressed middle-aged people appeared at the wedding venue.
She looked up, her mouth agape in surprise.
"Dad, Mom, how did you get here?"
Gong Xuanzhi immediately got up holding the child and went to greet them.
With an elegant smile, Gong's mother said, "How could we not come to such a big event as your wedding? Fortunately, Congcong booked the plane tickets in advance, and we managed to get back just in time; we almost missed it."