The moonlight bathed every corner of the sub-branch, adding a touch of mystery and romance to this special night.
The moonlight was like water, the mountain breeze gently blowing, even time seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving one enchanted and entranced.
Inside the bridal chamber, red candles flickered, casting dappled shadows, filling the room with warmth and romance.
Liu Guihua sat quietly on the bedside, shyness and anticipation intertwining in her eyes. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, her skin white as snow and delicate as porcelain. Under the candlelight, her beauty became even more gentle and mysterious.
In the candlelight, her face appeared more enchanting, like a rose blooming in the dark night.
Her eyes shimmered with happiness, and at this moment, all her waiting and anticipation received the most perfect response.
Her heart was filled with dreams about the future, faith in love, and a love for life.
