The man's gaze was pitch-black and indifferent, like a night sky without a glimmer of light, and his face was covered with a thin layer of frost, solidifying any trace of emotion on his features.
Xiliang lowered his lashes, turning his face away, "Take off the wedding dress."
The topic of marriage ended there; Xiliang didn't want to continue any further.
Xiaoyou hummed softly, "I haven't worn it long enough."
She walked in front of the full-length mirror to admire herself in the wedding dress.
Xiaoyou seldom wore white, but now she was clad in pure white, as holy and pure as an angel, exuding a faint glow from within.
The skirt was dotted with tiny rhinestones, like the morning dew lingering on the petals, making the dress so beautiful that Xiaoyou couldn't bear to take it off.
She took selfies in the mirror and, not satisfied with that, took her phone and directed Xiliang.
"Take a few photos for me, I want to show my fans~"
