"Let's see who has the good fortune to catch the bridal bouquet handed out by the bride!"
The wedding host paused for a moment, then called out loudly again, "Unmarried ladies present, come and line up in front of the bride! Stretch out your hands and grab this symbol of luck!"
Cheng Meixue laughed and pushed Mu Xinlan, saying, "Xinlan, you should hurry up and stand over there too!"
"Oh, okay!"
Mu Xinlan reluctantly stood among the group of girls. She turned her head and looked at Cheng Zhiming, who nodded at her with a smile.
"I'm going to start counting! Ladies, get ready! One... two... three! Please, bride, toss the bouquet!"
With a smile, the host gave the order, and Cheng Meixue held the bouquet, ready to throw it. The girls squeezed in front and prepared to fight for the bouquet.
