Seeing her continuously looking down, afraid to lift her head, Xia Jinyuan encouraged her, "Don't be afraid, look at the person in the mirror, really very beautiful, so beautiful that I hate not being able to marry you today and keep you in the room for only me to admire."
"When we get married, how about we wear red bridal gowns? At that time, you will certainly be even more beautiful than today. A red bridal gown, a red veil, to welcome my most beautiful bride."
Red bridal gown, red veil, welcoming... the most beautiful bride...
Ye Jian finally lifted her head, and she finally saw herself more clearly in the mirror, her red dress like fire, her complexion fresh as new jade, with a man in a black overcoat standing beside her, tall and straight as a pine, one red and one black, they matched so well together.
She was the bride-to-be, and he was the groom-to-be; as images flashed through her mind, Ye Jian's eyes filled with water-like anticipation.
