Six makeup artists also got on the bus, following the first car in a grand procession of vehicles that slowly started moving.
Even the onlookers followed for a good distance before stopping.
Chen Zhi, sitting in the car, smiled and asked, "Why didn't you ask for a driver, but chose to drive yourself?"
Si Ye held her hand, smiling radiantly, "Of course, I have to do the honors when picking up my wife. It's just the two of us in the car; I didn't want anyone else to join us."
Chen Zhi looked at his profile and kept smiling. She didn't speak, just stared at him and smiled, as if she had gone silly.
Si Ye glanced at her with a sense of helplessness, "Baby, have you gone silly? I hope I'm not marrying a silly wife."
"If I really were silly, would you still marry me?"
"Of course, even if you were silly, you would still be Chen Zhi. As long as you're Chen Zhi, I would marry you."
Chen Zhi was moved by his words, squeezing Si Ye's hand and smiling sweetly to herself.
