Even Mu Lin couldn't fathom Mi Zheng's true thoughts in the slightest.
"So amazing!" everyone exclaimed, no wonder they had never seen such a flower; and this flower indeed looked like an artificial one, just like its name suggested.
The following time passed slowly amidst Mu Lin's pondering and several young girls' curiosity.
Finally, the auspicious moment had arrived.
Gong Muxue covered Mu Lin's head with the veil, her lips curved into a smile, eyes brimming with tears.
She was crying tears of joy.
Soon, Jing Chen ascended the stairs, the wedding chaperone laid a red silk in the hands of both, her bright red lips filled with smiles, "A red silk connects two people, bound for eternity through all lifetimes; bride and groom, we can proceed now."
To her, this was the most well-matched bride and groom she had ever seen, especially dressed in such traditional Chinese attire.
