"Honey~~" Feng Yuyue relentlessly pulled at her, begging for a kiss.
Qiao Yueting turned her face away, pretending she did not know him.
As everyone was enjoying the laughter, the wedding began.
Ling Wuxie, clad in a British suit, was handsome, tall, and dashing. Although his face bore few expressions, everyone could still easily sense his happiness.
The bride next to him wore a pure white dress, her delicate veil falling gently, revealing her beautiful face below it, mysteriously somewhat hidden yet all the more enchanting.
The long train was held by two cherubic flower children.
The couple walked slowly on the soft red carpet.
The whole scene looked like something straight out of a fairy tale, beautifully enchanting.
"Groom Ling Wuxie, do you take the woman by your side to be your wife, to love and to cherish her in riches and in poverty, in sickness and in health, through trials and setbacks?"