"I like it. It's just like the bridal gown the bride wore on Brother Gu's wedding day." Wen Xiao'ai was dazzled, looking at those wedding dresses she had dreamed of wearing, and finally, a smile appeared on her face.
"Yes, it's what the bride wears." Jun Moyan looked at her and replied with a smile.
Wen Xiao'ai smiled and then pulled Jun Moyan to stop in front of the nearest wedding dress.
She couldn't help but reach out her small hand to touch it: "It's really beautiful. In our place, we wear red for the marriage ceremony, which is different from here, and it seems like you don't have marriage ceremonies here."
"We also have traditional Chinese wedding attire here. If you like, we can buy both types when the time comes."
"Buy?"
Wen Xiao'ai looked at him, slowly realizing something, and her expression turned serious, with the smile disappearing from her face.
"Yes."
"Jun Moyan, you mean to..."
"Of course, to marry you." He held her hand tightly.
