Their hands clasped together...
Meow's voice rang out: "Bride, aren't you going to hurry up and kiss your bride?"
The two of them burst into laughter, as Meow came to be the host today.
Meow always remembered her duties.
Kang Chen lifted Ming Mei's veil, cupped her face, and leaned in to kiss her.
The wind blew, and the red maple leaves from the trees fluttered down, the fallen leaves on the ground swirled upward. From afar, it looked like petals were scattered. The vibrant red greeted the eyes in layers, and the couple kissing under the maple tree was the most beautiful scenery of this winter.
Red fallen leaves, white wedding dress, the most beautiful love, capable of dispelling all the cold.
Rong Yan kept snapping pictures with her phone.
Tears welled in her eyes as she said, "It's so beautiful... Husband, wouldn't it be nice if we had another wedding like this? It's so romantic, I feel like I'm going to cry."
