Song Fei had no choice but to remind Yan Jiang. "Stop crying. If you continue crying, you will miss the ceremony."
When the seventeen-year-old Yan Jiang realized that he had fallen in love with his neighbor's sister for the first time, he fantasized about marrying Song Fei as his wife in the future. He waited for this day for 11 years.
Yan Jiang couldn't mess up the wedding that he had finally waited for!
Quickly wiping his tears, Yan Jiang looked up and took a deep breath to compose himself. Holding the rose in his hand, he knelt down on one knee in front of Song Fei. "Song Fei, please marry me."
Song Fei looked down at Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang, who had just cried, still had two streams of tears in his eyes.
In this world, Yan Jiang was the only man who would cry so hard for her. Song Fei grabbed the bouquet in his hand. "I am willing to marry you."
Everyone applauded.
