She stood still next to Mo Nanjue.
The man turned around.
He had also changed into a suit, pure black, perfectly matching the wedding dress. Mo Nanjue's star-like eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was fixed intently on her.
Tong Ran lifted her small face, her smile brilliant, "Do I look good?"
Mo Nanjue's handsome face carried a smile, "Very beautiful."
Tong Ran's cheeks were flushed; she looked down at the snow-white wedding dress, feeling as if she were in a dream, "I never thought, I'd have a day when I could stand by your side in a wedding dress."
Mo Nanjue took her right hand, gloved in white lace, lifting it as he bowed his head, imprinting a kiss on the back of her hand with his thin lips.
Tong Ran's nose tingled, and she wanted to withdraw her hand, "Don't let others see..."
"Whoever dares look, I'll break his legs!"
"..."
Tong Ran wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Mo Nanjue took her left hand, gently tracing the scars on her wrist with his fingertips.
