At one-thirty in the afternoon, Wen Nuan received a pair of guests who were very special to her.
The girl was twenty this year, still in university, with the surname Xiao.
The man was thirty, mature and steady.
The girl also studied design and really liked Wen Nuan's designs. Today, she came to have her design several sets of toast dresses for the wedding day.
When the two of them came in together, the moment Wen Nuan stood up to receive them, it was as if she saw herself and Lu Jingxing four years ago.
Leading them to the reception area on the side, the girl's face was brimming with a happy smile, sharing her thoughts with Wen Nuan.
The man's gaze was always on the girl, full of indulgence and gentleness. It was clear that he loved her deeply.
Initially, Wen Nuan was just slightly distracted.
Until the girl exclaimed in surprise.
"Old Lu, look, this is tailor-made for me, I really like it!"
When Wen Nuan heard "Old Lu," she was clearly startled.