Yuanya felt a sourness rise in the tip of her nose, feeling as if she was about to disgracefully cry again...
She took a deep breath, forcibly controlling her disobedient tear glands, and extended her hand to place the wedding ring onto Lan Xiu's finger.
Yuanya felt an unprecedented sweetness enveloping her heart.
Lan Xiu's sentiment was more precious to her than any masterpiece from a renowned designer!
The priest closed the Bible and said gently, "I now pronounce you husband and wife! Now, the groom may kiss your beautiful bride!"
Lan Xiu lifted Yuanya's white veil impatiently, revealing her bright and lovely face like a blooming flower.
He gazed at her, the slight curve of his lips devilishly enchanting.
"Mrs. Lan, now everyone knows you are mine."
Yuanya said with a laugh in her voice, "Happy wedding day, Mr. Lan."
