"I do."
Mo Chuxi's magnetic and clear voice instantly reached everyone's ears. He answered almost without thinking.
Yan Xinxin lowered her gaze to the bouquet in her hands, feeling as if a drop of sweet honey had melted into her heart.
The priest nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Yan Xinxin.
"Bride Yan Xinxin, as you take groom Mo Chuxi's hand and step into the sanctity of your marriage, whether in poverty or wealth, in health or sickness, will you care for him, love him, cherish him, understand him… for all your days, until forever? Do you accept?"
Yan Xinxin raised her eyes with determination.
"I acc—"
"Please wait a moment."
A crisp male voice suddenly broke in, abruptly interrupting Yan Xinxin's vow and response.
In an instant, the atmosphere on-site froze.
Mo Chuxi furrowed his sharp brows, his handsome face darkening immediately.
Yan Xinxin had no idea what was happening. Turning her head, she suddenly saw Xu Nuo walking up the red carpet toward them.
