Emily Yang Marries

On the rooftop of the Shanghai Hyatt hotel, a long aisle laid with a spotless white carpet and scattered with varying shades of pink rose petals parted a sea of chairs.

Set up perfectly, symmetrically; on the left the bride's family and on the right the groom's.

The breathtakingly decorated rooftop sat above the mist that covered the never-sleeping city like a blanket of white and soft pinks.

A smiling sun, pouring through the misty fog and a cool, fresh breeze filled the air; tainted with the floral fragrance of over a thousand pink roses adorning every corner, every table, every chair.

Nothing wasn't touched by a pink petal.

Like a heavenly island standing in an ocean of clouds. Classical music broke the silence and the heads of guests turned to admire the first glimpse of the bride's waiting ladies.

Liwei stood at the arch, trembling hands and tear filled eyes, ready to embark on a journey he had dreamed of since first laying eyes on his best friend's little sister.