Ye Zhengrong walked Ye Chuyi to the front and placed her hand in Sheng Tingyuan's, "Tingyuan, I entrust my daughter to you. I hope you will support each other throughout your lives, until your hair turns white together."
Sheng Tingyuan held Ye Chuyi's hand, "We will, Dad."
Ye Zhengrong nodded and returned to his seat.
The pastor's resonant voice rose, "Ladies and gentlemen, on this beautiful day, we are gathered here to witness the union of two hearts..."
He spoke at length in his blessings, and Ye Chuyi, who hadn't taken the wedding seriously knowing her own identity, had never invested her emotions in the marriage.
However, at that moment, in the solemn voice of the pastor, her heart settled down—perhaps this would be the only wedding of her life. Although it wasn't grand, it was holy and dignified, which actually aligned with her idea of a wedding.
