He wanted to give the woman who lost her memory a warm and simple wedding, but that didn't mean it could be casually done.
He also thought that in the future, he would hold a grand golden wedding, just right, with all their children by their side...
In the room.
Little Clarissa looked enviously at her mom in the mirror, who had put on light makeup, "Sister... can you help me put on lipstick, draw eyebrows, and apply blush... please..."
"Do you also want to be a little bride?"
Isabella Lindsey was helping her mom with makeup and casually dabbed a little flower face on Clarissa.
"Hee-hee... I'm not telling you."
Little Clarissa was extremely happy, stood on tiptoe, and sneaked a glance at herself in the mirror. A red stripe across her forehead and a tint of red on both cheeks made her look particularly comical, and she couldn't help but giggle, "Sister... you made me look like a clown..."
