Colorful balloons floated past the car window, and transparent bubbles were refracted from colorful light under the sunset.

The royal car drove very slowly. Qingyan reached out and grabbed a pink heart-shaped balloon flying past the window. She saw the asphalt road crowding people, and countless people were holding towels with slogans, balloons, and the flags of Sistine and China cheering towards the royal car.

She heard the people calling her and Zhan Linghan's names. As the royal carriage got closer and closer to the crowds that were welcomed by the corridor, Qingyan saw that the people's faces were full of smiles.

They waved their hands enthusiastically and shouted Qingyan's name. Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that she waved to these people, which attracted even more enthusiastic cheers.

She saw the old and young people in the crowd on the inside and outside, and the three or four-year-old child was sitting on his father's shoulders and waved to Qingyan.

She saw the gray-haired old man dancing with the two national flags of Sistine and China in his hands.

She watched a couple put on couple shirts with photos of her and Zhan Linghan printed on them.

She saw an old woman with a gully face, putting one hand on the shoulder of the security staff and shouting to Qingyan:

"Welcome to Sistine."

It was not the first time Qingyan came to Sistine, but she knew what the old lady said to her.

She will be engaged to Sistine's prince, and Sistine will accept her completely and comprehensively.

The people's welcome represents what people want. They like Qingyan and they wish Zhan Linghan and Qingyan to be happy.

"Can I shake your hand? I heard that your hands have divine luck." A teenage student asked Qingyan.

Qingyan reached out her hand in the car, and the teenage student excitedly held Qingyan's hand.

As the royal car drove past him, the hands of the two separated again after a brief contact.

Qingyan heard the student's scream, and he excitedly hugged himself with his hands that he had been in contact with Qingyan.

A father picked up his child and signaled Qingyan. Qingyan reached out to touch the child's head.

"My daughter is often sick. Can you bless her?" the father asked her.

Qingyan smiled implicitly. She felt that she was not that powerful. She was not a god and could not turn stones into gold. Her hands did not have magic.

However, she still sincerely wished: "I hope you can grow up healthy."

The father kissed the child's cheek excitedly, and he waved to Qingyan with tears in his arms.

The people's voices surged like a tide, and Qingyan felt that she was surrounded by waves after wave.

She waved to the people of Sistine without any fatigue. She didn't know how long these people had been waiting for her. She saw some people who were in a dusty manner and carrying travel bags. They came from all over the Sistine just to see Qingyan on the way from the airport to the palace.

Zhan Linghan also waved to the people on the other side of the road to respond, and someone threw a large bouquet of bright red roses into the car window.

Zhan Linghan handed the rose to Qingyan. Qingyan sat in the car. She lowered her head and looked at the charming rose. She raised her head and was about to talk to Zhan Linghan, but Zhan Linghan kissed her cheek.

The cheers around were louder than before, and the open windows allowed people outside to see what was happening inside the car.

Qingyan's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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