The groom's attire... put it on?
Zhao Rong looked down.
In the candlelight tinged with orange and red, her expression was somewhat blurred like someone in a dream.
But those eyes, bright and full of spirit, said unmistakably that it was her.
"Alright."
Zhao Rong didn't ask, and immediately turned around to change clothes.
"Wait!"
Zhao Lingfei suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.
Zhao Rong turned his head back.
"But I..." She paused, reorganized her words, and said softly, "Aren't you going to ask me if I'm also wearing that red wedding dress?"
Zhao Rong smiled and said, "It's all the same."
Zhao Lingfei looked into his eyes, "No, it's not the same."
"I was supposed to wear it."
She insisted, her voice slightly tinged with tears.
Zhao Rong shook his head.
"Zhao Qingjun, even if you don't wear the wedding dress, you are my bride."
Zhao Lingfei fell silent.
Her autumn-like eyes watched him unblinkingly.
By the bed, the atmosphere became quiet.
