With Bill's great efforts, the wedding banquet was held as scheduled on the square of the Young
family's county. There were too many people, so only the square could accommodate so many guests.
There was a long row of serving tables. The wedding scene was so jubilant that it was like having a
New Year Party.
Although Bright and Rose didn't take any red envelopes from everyone, the enthusiastic villagers sent
them some things, such as local chicken (duck) eggs, beans, sweet potatoes, peanuts, dried pork and
beef, and even live chicken, ducks and rabbits...
The countryside customs were way out of line with Bright's noble temperament, but he was very polite
with the villagers.
No matter what the situation was, Bright would adapt himself to it.
Bright and Rose raised their glasses to the villagers who came to their wedding party.
"Cross-cupped wine."
Rose and Bright looked like a perfect match and the villagers clapped with cheers to ask them to drink
cross-cupped wine.
Bright and Rose gave in to their enthusiasm. They faced each other, wrapped their arms around each
other and drank the wine.
"Wish Rose and Mr. Lee a happy marriage!"
"Rose is blessed to be loved by Mr. Lee. She's getting younger and prettier."
"Mr. Lee is handsome and rich. What a good luck that Rose marries Mr. Lee."
The happiest of all was Grandpa, who was surrounded by the villagers and received congratulations.
In the afternoon, Bright and Rose helped Grandpa to Grandma's grave and they put some fruit cakes
and meat on the grave.
Grandpa picked up a cloth to wipe the Grandma's photos, and tidies up Grandma's grave.
The grave next to her grandmother's was Zach's. Rose looked at it for a long time, and her mood was
very different from the last time she came here.
She stepped forward and put the fruit and wine in front of the tomb, staring at the name 'Zach'.
Her fingertips trembled as she reached over the carved name.
'Are you really my father?' Rose thought doubtfully.
Bright did not disturb her, but looked at her in silence.
After Grandpa sorted out the weeds and branches, he stood in front of the grave with a glass of wine.
And Bright and Rose stood behind Grandpa.
Grandpa smiled and said, "Dear, Bright and Rose get married and they hold a wedding party in the
village. All the villagers came to congratulate us. See, they are still having fun now."
"Dear, Bright, Rose and I have come to see you again and brought you some wedding cakes and fruit.
How are you now? I will be with you soon. I miss you so much..."
"Here's a toast to you, dear."
With that, they poured the wine on the ground.
"Bright, Rose, you go home first. I want to spend some time with your grandmother alone."
"Grandpa, we'll pick you up later," said Bright, and then left with Rose.
Bright was walking on the country road, with Rose's hand in his. The fields were planted with oranges,
pomelos... The aroma of melon drifted along the road the made Bright and Rose feel fresh.
"Tell me if you have something on your mind." Rose kept lowering her head and was not high-spirited,
so Bright was a bit worried.
"No." Rose shook her head.
"You can rely on me. Don't bear everything alone." Bright stopped and held her shoulders. "You are like
a blank sheet of paper for me and I can see everything clearly."
Rose's eyelids quivered and her lips tightened.
"I heard what Grandpa has said to you," she whispered.
"You want to know if Zach is your father, but you are afraid to know." Bright guessed it right.
Rose nodded, "Yes. I'm afraid."
"You are not afraid that you are not the lady of the Linder family, but that he's your father, and that your
mother killed him." Bright spoke out what was on Rose's mind.
"Would your family accept me if I am not the lady of the Linder family but an ordinary woman? Would I
disgrace you, and make you be laughed at for marrying such an ordinary person?" Rose was worried
and felt extremely diffident.
"What makes you think so?" Bright held her face in his hands. "Do I need anyone else to tell me what
kind of woman should I marry? Do you think there will be men who dare laugh at me?"
"Now that you are my wife, you are a member of the Lee family. Don't you think you see yourself as an
outsider by saying that? Rose, you birth can't determine who you are. Besides, what others think can't
change my decision to give you happiness. Do you believe me?"
Rose nodded heavily. Rose trusted him completely.
"If you trust me, don't care about anything. Just believe that we can be happy." Bright told her to
concentrate on their life and not to care about too many voices from the outside world, which would
only disturb her mind.
Rose nodded again.
Bright let her rest on his shoulder and they looked at the horizon.
The blue sky had been dyed orange by the sun, and gradually turned to gold. It was very beautiful.
"The sky is so beautiful."
"Our lives will be more beautiful than this."
"Yes."
Looking at the beautiful scenery, Rose and Bright forgot all the troubles in their hearts for the moment.
An hour later, they went back to pick up Grandpa.
From a distance, they saw Grandpa leaning against the cold gravestone, as if he depended on her.
As they approached, they saw Grandpa's eyes closed as if he were asleep.
A faint orange-gold glow lit up his face, and he wore a contented smile.
"Grandpa..." Rose called him.
But her grandfather didn't answer her, and she began to panic.
Bright reached for Grandpa's nose and carotid artery. Rose stared at Bright doing this with her eyes
wide open.
Bright then shook his head at her. "Grandpa passed away."
Rose stood still, tears welling up in her eyes, and then flowed down her face.
Rose couldn't believe her grandfather had left them so suddenly.
Bright felt distressed as he saw that Rose was trying to hold back her tears.
He hugged her and said, "It's all right to cry."
"Grandpa..." Rose called to Grandpa loudly, but he could not hear her anymore.
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