Wen Muchu also endured it one by one.
He did not miss any of the segments and Wen Muchu cooperated with him with a good temper.
This wedding was almost perfect.
Finally, after going through all sorts of trials, Wen Muchu finally pushed open the door that separated him and Lan Xiao.
When he pushed open the door, he saw his bride sitting obediently on the bed with a red veil over her head, waiting for him to take her away.
Wen Muchu's heart throbbed.
Under the cheers of everyone, he walked closer to Lan Xiao.
He stopped in front of her and reached out his hand to his bride.
"I'm here to take you home, Yingluo, back to our home, Yingluo."
Lan Xiao's nose couldn't help but sting, and a crystal-clear tear silently fell from the corner of his eye.
She slowly stretched out her hand and carefully placed her small hand on Wen Muchu's large palm.
His large palm was warm and broad, enough to give her a safe place to lean on.
