"I'm not wearing a traditional Chinese jacket," Ye Feimo said. He looked at their reflection in the mirror and smiled. Wen Nuan was truly beautiful. The two of them standing together looked like a perfect match.
Ye Feimo looked at the woman in the mirror, and a sense of pride swelled up in him. This bright and beautiful woman was his wife, his most beloved woman. She smiled so sweetly beside him. She was his confidante and his poppy flower.
He was a man who willingly fell for her.
"Do I look good?" Wen Nuan asked. They say a woman dresses for the man who loves her. Wen Nuan naturally wanted to hear Ye Feimo's praise.
"You're beautiful. Try on another one," Ye Feimo said. As soon as he finished, Fei Ling came out with another cheongsam. It was a very traditional, dark blue, silk cheongsam. Wen Nuan had rarely seen a blue like this. It wasn't dull. It was a very sophisticated dark blue, a little darker than the sky. It looked very elegant.
