Aisya covered her mouth without speaking yet, but there were already tears swirling in her eyes.
Shen Yi affectionately pinched her hand, "After you finish your makeup later, you can't cry anymore. I don't want to see the ugliest you on our wedding day."
Aisya was immediately amused and slapped Shen Yi's hand away.
Shen Xian stepped forward, taking Aisya's hand and leading her to his room, "Auntie, shall we go put on some makeup first?"
"Okay!"
Gratitude and happiness filled Aisya's eyes; having traveled far from her homeland, she had won her gamble.
A makeup artist was already waiting in Shen Xian's room. In the center of the spacious room, a three-dimensional clothes hanger held a red wedding dress, the traditional style from Aisya's hometown.
It was just that the fabric was expensive and finely made.
When Aisya saw the dress, she was first startled, then turned to look at Shen Xian.