The bright red carpet stretched from outside the wedding venue all the way to the altar where the priest stood, Quan Jingwu stepped onto the carpet at a measured pace, his tall and slender figure standing erect under the sunlight, his iris-hued eyes sparkling brilliantly.
Seventeen and Nineteen saw their daddy, and their little arms and legs moved vigorously, trying with all their might to reach him for a hug.
Suddenly, a soothing melody started playing, and everyone turned their heads to look back. When they saw the woman in a pure white wedding dress, everyone's eyes shone with an uncontrollable admiration.
Jian Qing, arm in arm with Mo Xiao, walked slowly towards the groom who was waiting for her, under the astonished and congratulatory gazes of everyone.
"I'm entrusting my most precious daughter to you, Quan Jingwu. You must protect her well, cherish her, and spoil her. If you dare to mistreat her, I won't let you get away with it," Mo Xiao warned fiercely.
