"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.","You guys, one by one, can't you stop talking even with a cake in your mouths" Zhang Yuran's face was flushed red.,The lights at Rose Garden came on, music began to play, and soft melodies filled the air. Guests held hands with their loved ones or friends, slowly swaying to the rhythm.。