Papa An couldn't hold back his tears anymore.
"Good… good…" He repeated that word several times. Sheng Yize then took An Xiaxia's hand and led her onto the stage.
The crowd went silent and everyone turned to look at them expectantly.
The fatherly priest looked at them, then announced in a clear, loud voice, "The wedding ceremony has now begun.
"Do you, Mr. Sheng, take the bride to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part…"
Sheng Yize smiled. "I do."
"Do you, Miss An, take the bridegroom to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part…"
An Xiaxia bit her lip. They already had their marriage certificate, but somehow, she was still extremely excited.
