Yan Xiaye's crimson lips curled into a faint smile as she reached up to hook onto the man's arm.
She lifted her small face, meeting the man's deep and tender gaze, and said in a soft voice, "It's okay, anything that can be given to others isn't the thing you love the most."
Li Yuntang's eyes grew more amused as he bent down to whisper in her ear, "Mrs. Li, may I ask, what is it that you cannot give to others?"
His breath tickled Yan Xiaye's neck, making her laugh out loud.
Then, she raised her eyes to meet the man's gaze and without hesitation said, "You."
To her, the wedding was certainly important, but what was more important was the man with whom she was going to have the wedding and spend her life.
As long as her fiancé was Li Yuntang, she didn't care what kind of wedding it was, or even if there was a wedding at all; only he truly cared about it.
