Inside the bridal salon.
Sheng Youxia sat in front of the makeup mirror, having pulled some strings to have the best makeup artists assigned to her.
Fu Shilv had chosen an outfit and was waiting in the lounge area.
He had seen Sheng Youxia in a wedding dress before, but this time it felt nothing like the wedding.
People nearby kept praising her, "The bride is so beautiful, I've done so many faces, but you truly are one of the prettiest."
She completely had the looks to kill.
Fu Shilv's eyes were also dazzled, only he hid it very well, Sheng Youxia suited this kind of heavy, vintage makeup—simple, yet supremely elegant.
They stood close together. At their wedding, Fu Shilv only felt deep disgust toward her. But now, standing by Sheng Youxia's side and smelling her unique fragrance, he couldn't help but be somewhat intoxicated.
"Smile groom, getting married is the happiest occasion."
The photographer adjusted the angle, but the groom's smile was somewhat stiff.