The shiny black hair hung over her chest, and she wore a wreath-like veil on her head, with just a few brightly colored blue and red flowers, enveloping her whole being in an ethereal aura...
She carefully walked down, holding the medium-length train, her unmade-up face flushed with a tinge of red.
Ren Yixuan gazed at her like this, entranced...
The shyness, happiness, and satisfaction on her face felt like a bitter gall flowing into his heart, making him unbearably pained.
Yin Shixiu washed his hands, and coming out of the kitchen, he saw his wife descending as if she were a fairy stepping down from the clouds...
He walked to the front of the stairs, reached out to her, like the most devout follower.
Su Xiaomeng couldn't suppress the smile on her face, took his hand, and asked shyly in a low voice, "Do I look good?"
"Just as the saying goes, clothes make the man as much as gold makes the Buddha shine..."
"What do you mean?"
