In the music, petals fall like snow.
Leng Zimo stands before the main ceremony platform, looking in her direction.
In the backdrop of blue and white, among the guests, his figure in a white suit remains distinct like a crane among chickens. He slightly raises his chin, akin to an emperor ruling over the land.
In his eyes, at the corners of his lips... there is a smile, gentle like the sea breeze from the corridor.
From afar, Leng Zimo sees Luo Xiaoqian.
As he looks at her, his eyes can no longer hold anything else.
Though separated by a veil, Luo Xiaoqian still feels his gaze.
She slightly lowers her eyelashes, not daring to look at him, her heart aching with each beat.
He waited five years for this wedding dress, what should she do?!
On one hand, is the man she loves the most.
On the other hand, is a life that deeply loves her with heartfelt apologies.
Such a choice, too difficult.
Among so many guests, how could she speak?!
