Jin Muchi stood next to him, his handsome face slightly stiff.
"Tell me, why am I getting nervous about your wedding?"
Shortly after, Jin Muchi smiled slightly, exuding masculine charm in every gesture.
"Could it be too simple?" he worried a little.
"No, it's perfect this way." Li Yanan's voice was deep, magnetic, and hoarse.
The priest in a white robe had already taken his place, holding the Bible, and smiled kindly as he looked at the two.
Meanwhile, accompanied by Xiang Xiaokui, who was dressed in a pale yellow dress...
Lin Zhenxin slowly walked forward from the back.
Li Yanan turned, his tall figure standing like a pine tree.
His gaze was profound, yet rare tension flickered in his eyes, and even his hands and feet seemed uncertain of where to go.
This was different from the day they tried on clothes.
At this moment, Lin Zhenxin's makeup and hairstyle were fully done.
