However, what brought Meng Tuoluo to the brink of collapse was not the wedding dress, although the snow-white gown indeed completely outshone her own shadow crystal dress, for it nearly embodied all the beautiful fantasies and longings a girl could have towards love and marriage.
But what pierced her heart was the painting of herself, the one from five years ago.
In the portrait, she wore the most beautiful and sacred wedding dress in the world, holding a brilliantly artistic bouquet of roses, just standing there.
Quietly standing there, her beautiful eyes filled with limitless fantasies of happiness, her exquisite face bore the world's most joyous smile.
Such beautiful yearning, such sweetness of love, that spirit, that purity, could instantly shatter anyone's heart.
The portrait was so lifelike, so dreamy, it seemed more real than reality itself.
Upon seeing it, Meng Tuoluo froze in that moment.
