The girl's beautiful face was faintly visible under the veil, and her long floor-length dress rose and fell like clouds with her light steps.
She was like a fairy who had fallen into the mortal world by mistake.
Shen Hanyu stared at her. His eyes were dark and deep, like a bottomless pool.
Sang Qianqian felt uncomfortable under his gaze and looked at herself in the mirror. there seemed to be nothing wrong and she looked quite normal.
She was a little puzzled. "Don't I look good?"
She was the one who chose this haute couture wedding dress previously, and it took her quite a bit of time to make a decision.
Shen Hanyu's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice a little hoarse. "It's nice."
Sang heaved a sigh of relief and smiled. "I thought there was something wrong when you looked at me like that."
She turned her head to talk to the shop assistant, and Shen Hanyu's eyes followed her without blinking.
