Qiao Ruoxin let the man carry her into the center of the flower field before he set her down.
Her eyes had been fixed on the man's profile the whole time, her lips curving up unconsciously.
Suddenly, she reflected on the scene from a few years ago when Mo Chen confessed his love to her, never imagining that they were about to have their wedding now.
Mo Chen straightened the long train of her wedding dress and then noticed the smile on her lips, "Smiling about what?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just that it feels kind of magical."
At that moment, the photographer began directing, "Mr. Mo, Ruoxin, please look at the camera, yes, right this way, thank you for your cooperation."
However, Mo Chen kept a straight face and commanded, "Hurry up and take the pictures; there are too many mosquitoes here."
"Yes, yes, we'll only take a few shots for this scene, it won't take long, Mr. Mo, please rest assured."