Rong Zhi's gaze was drawn over.
Yan Qique's piano playing was quite good.
He placed his hands on the keys and gently pressed the first key, unleashing a beautiful melody that filled the entire hall, compelling everyone to hold their breath and quietly listen to his performance.
Rong Zhi sipped her tea and continued to listen.
At this moment, the main door of the hall slowly opened.
Zishu Ning, dressed in a pure white bridal gown, took her uncle's arm and walked toward the center. Her dress was specially commissioned by Yan Qique, with just the diamond embellishments alone costing over twenty million, and Yan Qique personally sewing each one on stitch by stitch.
Her features were as gentle as ever—not exceedingly exquisite or beautiful, yet reminiscent of a fine tea that, once savored, leaves one longing for more.
This wedding dress was tailor-made according to her disposition, highlighting her petite and delicate form, akin to a sea sprite fallen to earth.
