Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, scattering a soft glow everywhere.
An Yan sat on the red wedding bed, her bridal gown spread out like a pristine white water lily.
She gazed downward slightly, long eyelashes casting a fan-shaped silhouette on her fair face, her brows like distant mountains, her nose and red lips like delicate sculptures. She sat there quietly, waiting for her groom to come for her.
Although the wedding ceremony is just a formality, it's the most direct way to express love.
An Yan had been waiting for this moment for many years. There had been confusion, misunderstandings, amnesia, and even life-and-death separations, but her heart remained tightly connected with Fu Shiyan's.
Perhaps it's these very hardships that made them cherish each other even more.
She looked at the message from Fu Shiyan: "Wife, I'm coming to pick you up."
She lifted the corners of her red lips, unable to hide the glee in her eyes.