Shang Yu walked through the corridor and slowly came to stand in front of Li Qiao.
He had never seen her in a traditional wedding dress, nor had she seen him in festive red.
The man leaned forward, clasped her chin, and kissed the tip of her nose, "Mrs. Shang, I'm here."
Li Qiao, her brows like paintings, caressed his cheek and gently laughed, "How did you get the answer wrong?"
Shang Yu's Adam's apple moved continuously, his forehead against hers, eyes slightly reddened with emotion, "It won't happen again."
The two spoke sweet nothings, their faces close, while the bridesmaids had long been blocked outside by the groomsmen and the pickup team.
Li Qiao's shoes were not hidden but placed beside the bed.
Shang Yu knelt on one knee, putting the bridal shoes on her, and then placed a devoted kiss on the top of her foot.
Many at the scene gasped, amazed by the Overlord of the South Sea's act of bending low for Li Qiao, moved by their love.
