Qiao Xiaren looked at Si Limo. Even though there was a veil between them, he was intently looking at her, and that gentle feeling quietly spread in her heart.
Silent warmth, silent emotion.
His eyes were brilliant as if countless stars were gathered within. When he turned his head, a smile gradually appeared on his lips.
Su Yeliu took the lead, guiding the bridesmaids to place the flowers they held onto the altar one by one. The groomsmen then walked through the aisle, lighting candles one by one. As the candlelight flickered, a hymn of blessings for the newlyweds began to play.
The sunlight in the castle today was particularly abundant, making the whole wedding seem all the more dreamlike and enchanting. Qiao Xiaren held Si Limo's arm, walking through the path opened by the guests, toward the end of their journey to happiness.
People around were gently clapping, as if participating in a most sacred prayer.
