Long Chengyu held Shu Yimo's slightly cool hand, staring at her for quite a moment—
Through the thin veil, he could already see her cold and stunning face, her astonishing beauty certainly made it hard for him to look away.
"Do you think I look exceptionally beautiful today?"
Shu Yimo glanced at him and chuckled softly. However, her gaze remained fixed forward, where everyone had stood up, their eyes on them, their faces brimming with blessings.
The flower children continuously threw colorful paper petals into the air, glittering under the soft light.
"So, do you need me to praise you before you'll be satisfied?"
The man's voice came low and emotional.
"That's a fact, I was born with natural beauty."
Shu Yimo still had a smile on her face as she looked forward, her low voice grazing past Long Chengyu's ear.
"That's quite a straightforward virtue. It's time to stick the label of Mrs. Long on you now, isn't it?"
"Wasn't it pasted long ago?"
