"That's right, it's almost rose season. A wedding at the Rose Garden during that time would be especially beautiful. Qi Yan would definitely accept this romantic suggestion of mine.",Huo Yanchen brought a glass of milk to Luo Anxin. Luo Anxin was a little disappointed because she hadn't seen the Northern Lights.,“Hmm.” Luo Xin leaned against Huo Yanchen’s shoulder, holding a warm cup in her arms. “This trip was delayed for a long time. I specially chose a season when the Northern Lights erupted in Iceland to come here, wanting to watch them with you. Who knew the weather wouldn't cooperate.”。