Unexpectedly, Bo Jinghang suddenly brought this up.
Qin Yiren's long eyelashes fluttered, and she gave a somewhat uneasy smile: "Jingxing, isn't it a bit too early to talk about this now?"
"Planning early means the wedding can be perfect."
Bo Jiu sat down on her other side, chimed in with a smile: "Actually, it will soon be the tenth anniversary of our mother's death. Since you and Jingxing are so in love, getting married earlier isn't a bad choice either."
In love...
Qin Yiren was stirred, looking at Bo Jinghang, who gazed down at her, feeling his silent tenderness.
There was a fleeting trace of confusion in her clear eyes. If she hadn't overheard the little girl's words just now, she might have been surprised and agreed, rather than hesitating and being unable to respond.
Seeing this, Uncle Bo chuckled heartily to help her out of the situation: "Alright, marriage is indeed a major life event. I understand your feelings, but don't scare the young lady."
