A beige long dress with seven-quarter sleeves was inlaid with some light yellow lace. It looked fresh and pure. Yan Kuan had personally selected this dress because it was wrapped tightly enough.
"Others will definitely not wear a white gown for the engagement. If I wear this color too, will it clash? They'll think the bride is me."
Shen Xiaoxiao grumbled unhappily about her dress, but Yan Kuan said, "With me by your side, it's a misunderstanding. It's also a misunderstanding that I'm the groom. Of course, the bride is you."
After Yan Kuan said this, Shen Xiaoxiao's mouth twitched. In the end, she did not say anything about holding Yan Kuan's hand and going out. On the contrary, Yan Kuan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. This was because he knew that he had been preparing for Xiaoxiao's wedding because of these trivial matters, but he had never been able to achieve it.
