Zhenyi looped her left arm with her father's and another one with her grandfather, just as she promised him once, the spark of pride on his face was worth every-freaking-sacrifice for Zhenyi.Including this wedding.
The doors to the venue opened, and everyone stood. When they took a step forward, a gasp filled the air. The attention veered towards the gorgeous-est bride they had ever seen, clad in an ivory-colored vintage lace wedding dress, a traditional long veil to hid her face but not enough to conceal her beauty.
Zhenyi's gaze fell on the chapel, decorated in wildflowers which clearly resemble her bouquet that Long Jie had sent. The wedding was held at a Castle as so Long Jie had requested the other day. The scene before her eyes was breathtaking just like the groom waiting at the altar.
Waiting for her.
