"Such a big garden, are you treating it as a farm stay?"

Song Shengsheng pushed him to stand at the entrance of the main hall. She looked back at the front yard in front of the main hall, which was about the size of two playgrounds. Jiang Yiyu looked up at her and asked, "Do you like it here?"

Song Shengsheng shook his head: "It's too big, too desolate, really a bit creepy."

"It won't be deserted anymore." He turned his wheelchair forward: "Good boy, open the door."

"Oh." Song Shengsheng came back to his senses, took out the brass key from his pocket, opened the door of the front hall, and a damp smell of dust hit him in the face. The hall was covered with white cloth. On the table facing the door was a wooden box covered with dust, but it was obvious that the dust on that box was thinner than elsewhere.

Jiang Yiyu stood up by holding onto the door frame and jumped over the threshold with some effort: "I forgot to bring my crutches when I just went out. Now I'm in trouble."

Song Shengsheng helped him carry the wheelchair in and helped him sit down: "It's okay, I'll push you."

Jiang Yiyu smiled and said, "I'll take you around. Some of my mother's old collections of paintings, antiques, and her own calligraphy are all here. It's a pity that I couldn't get the jewelry and other things from the Jiang family, otherwise, I would have given them all to you today."

"Send it to me?"

Jiang Yiyu turned his wheelchair and walked to the window. He pushed the wooden window open and looked back at her: "Yes, this is the betrothal gift I gave you."

"bride price?"

"Wedding gift, Xiaoshengsheng, you know, I left the Jiang family when I was sixteen. The Li family and I... with the passing of my grandparents and my mother, we haven't been in touch for many years. I don't have much to give you, but this is the best I can offer. Even if you don't like it, please accept it. Don't despise it..."

Song Shengsheng looked down at the worn wooden floor beneath her feet. Sunlight streamed in through the open doors and windows, and the air was filled with dust. She raised her eyes to look at Jiang Yiyu: "I don't mind. If I really valued these things, I wouldn't marry you."

"It's really unfair to you, Princess." Jiang Yiyu lowered his eyes and twirled his fingers: "I'm giving you a gift, and I have to trouble you to help me repair it..."

Song Shengsheng walked towards him and touched his head: "This is what your mother left for you. It's the place you cherish the most. If you give it to me, does it also mean that you are giving me all of yourself?"

Jiang Yiyu raised his head and looked at her with red eyes: "You can understand it that way."