The eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the sunlight was perfect.
Chi Yue hadn't seen such resplendent yet gentle sunlight in a long time. Maybe it was the different emotions from getting married today, or perhaps it was Aerospace City's insulation system keeping the heat out, but the weather and season imparted an extreme sense of comfort—languid and a bit like dreaming.
Under the golden sunlight, Aerospace City looked as if it had been layered with a shimmering golden glow.
The crowd at the wedding was full of familiar faces, all wearing different smiles—congratulatory, envious, affectionate, complex, thoughtful...
The wedding scene was stunningly beautiful, with flowers in abundance and the faint scent of roses permeating the space, elegant and aesthetic but not lavishly so—instructions partly dictated by Dong Shan's artistic taste.
