Countless salutes soared into the sky and exploded in unison.
Huanhuan hugged her husband, watching the couple passionately kiss below the altar, tears involuntarily streaming down her face: "Honey, they finally got married."
"Why are you crying?" Nan Baihao gently patted Huanhuan's back.
Huanhuan wiped her eyes vigorously, her voice loud: "I'm happy, moved, is that not allowed?"
Nan Baihao smiled indulgently, the next second, he captured her lips directly, thinking, when we got married, you didn't cry, yet now you're shedding tears at someone else's wedding, how embarrassing. He quickly kissed her to cover her face, lest she embarrass him. Actually, it's just an excuse to steal a kiss, isn't it?
"They finally got married," Bai Wuqing sighed, a pair of delicate hands wrapped around his arm. Bai Wuqing lifted his hand to embrace her shoulder from behind, tightening his hold, lowered his head, and the two exchanged smiles.
