Dressed in a bright red bridal gown, her phoenix crown sat securely atop her head.
Jiang He stood on the stage, bowing with Xu Qing to thank the matchmaker.
She wasn't sure if this Chinese-style wedding was the same as in her own time, but with the bridal sedan chair and wedding dress, it was enough.
Most importantly, having Xu Qing was enough.
In the years she had lived in the modern era, she had gradually become unable to live without him.
The person she was now had been shaped by Xu Qing himself; back then, she knew nothing, and if she had met someone else, they might not have had the patience to start from scratch and to explain everything bit by bit.
And then, slowly, their feelings developed.
Xu Qing accepted the little gourd handed over by the bridemaid, and with the exchange of cups, the atmosphere reached its climax.
Wang Zijun whistled loudly from below and muttered to Qin Hao, "Next time, if there's a next time, I'll do it like this too."
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