"Yue Ying, tonight is just the Enlightenment ceremony. Tomorrow is the day you get married."
Yang Cheng couldn't help but remind her; all of this should have been between Yue Ying and Da Shan.
"I know, but I just want to complete this ceremony with you. At least tonight, I am your bride."
Yue Ying's voice trembled, her eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall, looking irresistibly pitiful.
"Yang Cheng, I know you and Da Shan are friends. Since the day I decided to marry him, there was no chance for us. But today, I can openly be with you. Can't you fulfill just this one wish?"
"I..."
Yang Cheng looked into her eyes, his heart aching somewhat.
Before he could answer, Yue Ying suddenly stood up and embraced him, tilting her head to offer a fragrant kiss. Her soft lips gently brushed against his, her voice tender yet tinged with sadness: "Please, just for tonight, let me truly be your bride."
