Ye Xi stood behind her, her eyes shining, constantly uttering amazed "tsks," "So beautiful."
"You've already said that several times," Qiao Zhiyi, her face rosy as peach blossoms, appeared enchantingly gorgeous.
"It's still not enough," Ye Xi leaned close to her cheek, "Suddenly I feel that such wedding attire is really beautiful. One should trust the aesthetics of our ancestors, grand and festive, you can really feel the happiness radiating from it."
Qiao Zhiyi laughed and said, "I think so too."
Outside the door, the wedding matron came in, "Bride, it's the auspicious time, cover your head with the red bridal veil."
Ye Xi took the red bridal veil, gently covered Qiao Zhiyi's head, obscuring her face, and then helped Qiao Zhiyi up.
Qiao Zhiyun, dressed in local attire, came in and bent over with his back to Qiao Zhiyi.
