The warm sunlight showered down, enveloping everything in a golden, holy halo.
The priest stood at the very front platform, while Lu Xiao stood on the lawn, looking towards the woman approaching from the rose-petal carpet.
She was already dazzling, but wearing a wedding dress, she was unbelievably beautiful.
As she walked step by step to hold the wedding ceremony with him, his eyes still moistened slightly.
Captain Lu had carried guns and killed bad people, his demeanor cold and unyielding, but now, seeing his beloved woman appear before him, his heart became soft like a pond of melting water.
Relatives and friends sitting on both sides were looking at them, most with smiles and blessings in their eyes.
Only one or two individuals had complex feelings when observing this scene.
Cheng Dongyuan let out a slow breath, his chest rising and falling gently.
The hint of pain deep in his eyes gradually, bit by bit, faded away.
It became clear in the end.
