A few minutes later, Liu Qingyun opened the door. Her hair was done up with a few red silk flowers tucked into it, and she was wearing a woolen coat with a bridal flower on her chest already in place.
Liu Qingyun is forty-two this year. Her looks are average, but as the old saying goes, a woman looks best when she's getting married. That's true, even though Liu Qingyun is already in her forties.
Especially the shyness and anticipation for the future on her face, it is most touching.
A few attendants helped her walk out, with Jiaojiao and Duan Xi following behind, watching them tease the couple in the hall, unable to help but smile as well.
Next to her, Duan Xi glanced at her, curled his lips, and when the couple was surrounded and got into the car, he also took her little hand, following closely behind, and got into the car behind the bride's.
