The wedding dress is pure white and made to be very loose according to size, so as not to press against the belly. Young Madam is dressed in white silk gloves, her hair is pinned up and adorned with a white veil, with light makeup on her face.
A maid bends down to help her put on her shoes.
Tong Ran sits still, her eyes fixed vacantly in one place.
Nannan, probably having eaten something wrong today, has been running around the room since early morning. It seemed anxious, continuously trying to bite Tong Ran's clothes. The maid pulls it away, but it screams unwilling to leave, causing quite a commotion before it finally calms down.
As soon as the time comes, footsteps sound outside the room.
The maid opens the door, revealing Mo Beiyan in a pure black suit, his wine-red fringe is the kind of audacious style only he could pull off, with gloved hands, his tall figure exudes a commanding presence. He strides in with a line of attendants behind him, "Master Ran, are you ready?"
