Mo Yangyang couldn't stop praising, "Sister looks so beautiful, Sister is too beautiful, Sister is truly beautiful..."
It was always just 'Sister' and nothing else from his mouth.
Ye Anran felt a bit speechless under his intense gaze, but deep down, she felt warmth.
Only those who truly loved her would look at her with such adoration.
Bo Jinyu had also changed into a bright red groom's outfit and was even forced to wear a small whip cap.
When he walked out from backstage, he stunned the crowd.
Like a nobleman of ancient times, graceful and elegant.
This Bo Jinyu, with his exquisite beauty, was like a refined jade tree, his face as fine as jade, his eyes as bright as stars, his nose as striking as a gallbladder, standing tall, he could make one's heart skip a beat.
He slowly approached Ye Anran and then sat down beside her.
Ye Anran turned her gaze toward him.
He reached out and held her small hand.
