She blossomed like a flower in the serene, white light, her silky long hair swept up into a bun, adorned with pearls and feather decorations.
Strands of hair fell on her cheeks as Lu Xiaoyou lifted her head, revealing a face smooth as jade, delicate as dewdrops glistening on flower petals.
A faint, pleasant fragrance lingered in the air—Lu Xiaoyou looked at him with gentle and tranquil eyes, while her gaze rippled with a seductive charm and vibrant allure.
She curled the corners of her lips into a slight smile toward Long Xiliang, stunningly beautiful.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed, blood thundering through his brain. He stared at Lu Xiaoyou in white and felt that this casual glance would be unforgettable for life.
"Do I look good?" Lu Xiaoyou spoke, breaking the silence between them.
The man stared at her unblinkingly, a layer of obscure mist veiling his dark pupils.
"Why suddenly wear a wedding dress?" he asked.
