The wedding was going according to everyone's expectations. Zhang manhua became the most praised woman in the capital, and everyone seemed to be envious of her.
The luxurious wedding dress, the handsome count Charles, and the love that all women wanted were all given to this woman. Her daughter, who was standing beside her, was also filled with happiness.
True happiness could be transmitted and infected.
"Mom, this wedding dress is really beautiful."
She said in a clear and sweet voice as she looked at her mother's wedding dress.
"Yes, it does look good. I'm just afraid that I'll get old and not be able to hold up to the original meaning of this wedding dress."
"How can you be old, mom? you're the prettiest. Don't worry, you'll be the most beautiful bride tomorrow."
PEI GE rested her hands on her mother's shoulders as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. One of them was exquisite while the other had the characteristics of a mature woman.
