The hallway was covered with a dreamy white satin and the ground was filled with fresh flower petals from the Netherlands. There were several cute little flower girls, and countless unfamiliar guests…
This was the scene of Su Mianmian's wedding .
Strictly speaking, Huo Ting gave her a princess-like wedding.
It was very dreamy and very beautiful…
However, she still couldn't smile.
"Miss Su Mianmian, do you take Huo Ting to be your husband?" The old priest asked her kindly. "Respect him for a lifetime, accompany him, treat him as your husband, show him the greatest concern when he is exhausted, and not leave him no matter what difficulties you encounter? Do you? "
Did she?
Su Mianmian looked up at Huo Ting.
Huo Ting's eyes were very deep, and there seemed to be something she couldn't understand now while he looked at her.
"I...I..." She lowered her head and said, "I do."
