Ying Zijin rarely wore dresses; when she did, it was usually a sporty short skirt with white sneakers.
This was the first time she wore a floor-length gown like this.
The scarlet wedding dress accentuated her already stunning beauty, making her even more breathtaking.
The bridal attire was like fire, her features like a painting.
Sunlight from outside spilled over her, casting a faint golden glow.
The girl's porcelain-white skin was like cool jade, her lips a deep red, reminiscent of a morning glow, radiating gently.
Fu Yunshen always knew she was beautiful.
But this version of her was one he was seeing for the first time.
Previously, he had only seen her like this in dreams, but now, everything was laid out before him for real.
To the former him, all this had been a luxury he dared not entertain.
His fingers caressed her face, and, forehead touching hers, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Yaoyao."
"Hmm?" Ying Zijin's eyelashes fluttered slightly.
