Outside the manor, Velin came empty-handed, bringing nothing at all.
Xuemya was the same, choosing not to bring anything.
After all, their return was already the best gift they could give the two of them.
Before long, the Head Maid returned. At the gate, she respectfully bowed to Velin and Xuemya, then stepped aside and made an inviting gesture. "Count Sir, Countess, my lord and madam are in the garden. Please follow me."
Seeing this, Xuemya reached out and took Velin's hand as they walked into the manor.
"This seems to be your former home. Aren't you familiar with it?"
Hearing her husband's question, Xuemya could not help rolling her eyes at him. "Tell me, when exactly did you marry me?"
Velin immediately changed the subject. "Look, aren't those flowers over there beautiful?"
Hearing their conversation, the Head Maid walking ahead wisely chose to become selectively deaf.
At that moment, beneath the garden pavilion, the middle-aged man grew increasingly nervous as time passed, though anticipation filled him as well.
Seeing her husband unable to sit still, the silver-haired woman did not laugh at him, because she was much the same.
Come to think of it, she had not seen Xuemya for many years.
And there was Kmelia. Ever since she had been taken away by her sister, Yulalia had barely seen her either. As for her marriage, she and Cyprian had simply chosen to forget about it.
"They're here."
"I know."
Cyprian glanced at his wife and murmured quietly.
"Look, doesn't Father-in-law seem rather nervous?" Velin suddenly leaned close to Xuemya's ear and whispered.
Xuemya looked at the way her father was standing. It somewhat resembled the posture he used when receiving important figures in her memories. He really did seem nervous.
"Should we tease him a little?"
Xuemya's voice