Tonight was the happiest night of Yuwen Jing's life.
His heart was both nervous and expectant.
He had been anxious for so many years. He was scared his beloved would not love him back.
During the wedding toast, a few of Yuwen Jing's rare friends couldn't help but hold their wine glasses and look at Chen Meng'er, who was prettier than a flower, with a wicked smile on their faces. They winked at Yuwen Jing, jokingly patted Yuwen Jing's shoulder and said, "Dude, from today onwards, you don't have to suffer anymore. Your true happiness can now begin."
"Exactly. All these years, I could not help but worry about him. How does he solve his problems day by day? I used to think that he had some problems in that aspect."
It was only when they saw that today was Yuwen Jing's wedding day and Yuwen Jing was in a good mood that they dared joke around with Yuwen Jing.
