Early the next morning, Mengyao put on her wedding dress and carefully dressed up.
Ye Fan appeared relaxed, his face beaming with a sweet smile, an inadvertent curve of happiness on his lips, and even his eyes were filled with joy, fixing on Mengyao without shifting away for even a moment.
"Sister, you are the most beautiful woman in the world." Biyao looked at Mengyao with joy, and her whole petite body radiated intense happiness.
"You're just sweet-talking." Mengyao playfully glanced at her sister and said with a hint of shyness.
Putting on the wedding dress marked her as the bride. Although it was just an engagement ceremony, it held extraordinary significance for her mentally.
Mengyao sneakily glanced at Ye Fan, and seeing his look full of tender love, she smiled sweetly back at him.
"Brother-in-law, your eyes have become glazed, and you're almost drooling." Biyao teased with a playful laugh.
