"'I don't find it tiring," Yin Zhihan replied arrogantly and simply.
Lu Ning was speechless again.
At this moment, the melodious sound of the piano rang out, and the wedding officially began.
The lawn was covered with a ten-mile red carpet. Yin Linger walked out holding Yin Zhihan's father's arm. Zhou Pingan stood in front and waited. Yin Linger, accompanied by her father and witnessed by everyone, walked step by step towards the man she loved the most, completing the happiest moment of her life.
Zhou Pingan held Yin Linger's hand and the two of them stood in front of the priest.
The priest asked, "Mr. Zhou Pingan, are you willing to take Miss Yin Linger as your wife, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?"
Zhou Pingan looked at Yin Linger gently. "Yes, I am."
