He knew her expectations for the wedding, so he was involved in the design of every step, striving for perfection. Qiao Xia thought that decorating the church with roses was too cliché and wanted to replace them with Tulips. He agreed, and this time, all the flowers in the church were Tulips. Almost all the Tulips in New York were gathered to adorn a breathtakingly beautiful church.
In his eyes, there was only his bride.
She held a bouquet in her hands, walking towards him step by step, just like he had seen in his dreams before. The perfect her, the perfect everything, and a hint of a smile appeared in Mu Liang's eyes.
Like a piece of ice melting under her gaze.
Xu Ai held Dudu in her arms, her eyes red. Da Qiao had faced many adversities over the past years, and even the wedding was filled with sadness. The innocent Dudu in her arms, sucking on chubby fingers, looked at Xu Ai.
