But this fatigue was mixed with happiness.
Her wedding was done in the way she liked.
The island, the flowers, the band, the people she loved, her family and friends.
The wedding she'd fantasized about.
It was her dream wedding.
From her husband, Mo Yesi, to a real wedding.
Anything she wanted.
This man had done everything he could to help her achieve it.
A warm and familiar scent surrounded her from behind. A low and husky voice landed by her ear, gentle and lingering. "Baby, what are you thinking about?"
Qiao Mianmian leaned into his warm and firm arms and said lazily, "I'm thinking that I'm very lucky."
"Mm?"
"I'm lucky to have married you." Qiao Mianmian narrowed her eyes. From the first time they met, everything that happened in the past was like a movie replay. It was all sweet and blissful. She said sweetly, "Mo Yesi, I think the luckiest thing in my life is to marry you and become your wife."
