"The bride is coming out!"
Following Pei Wenping's high-pitched shout, led by Pei Yang, the male guests in the living room all turned their heads in unison to look over.
By this time, daylight had fully broken, and the morning glow from the balcony cast warm golden beams across the living room, refracted by the glass.
Shen Mingzhu, clad in a snowy white bridal gown, basked in the warm golden morning light, looking so stunning she seemed not of this world, but like a celestial nymph stepping out of a painting.
The living room fell silent as if a pause button had been hit, everyone speechless, completely captivated by the bride's ravishing beauty.
Pei Yang was the first to snap out of it, striding towards Shen Mingzhu, his fervent and profound eyes firmly fixed on her face, the depths brimming with surging affection.
