Chu Yanshen's body was truly too frail.
Just the act of standing up made him feel dizzy and disoriented.
At that moment, a steady and firm small hand supported his arm, followed by the woman's faint voice: "What's wrong? Did the dieting cause your blood sugar to drop?"
Chu Yanshen paused slightly and looked at Shen Bijun. He smiled and said, "Yeah, perhaps that's it."
She even thought up an excuse for him.
Chu Yanshen patted Shen Bijun's hand: "I'm going out first, waiting for you to come."
"Okay."
Chu Yanshen arrived on stage, listening to the host's words, seriously paying attention to every phrase, until the host called out, "Let's welcome our most beautiful bride!"
He gazed intently towards the entrance.
The lights came on.
The door opened.
Shen Bijun, supported by Shen Yuansong, slowly entered from the doorway.
Her long trailing wedding dress was being carried by three children, step by step approaching him.
The woman in front, like a fairy descending, was his wife.
