The wedding procession was getting closer and closer. Even though she had been with Xia Weizhang for three years, at this moment, she was still a bit nervous.
Ding Lan had been in the room with Ding Cheng, and seeing her sister all dressed up, twisting the handkerchief in her hand repeatedly, couldn't help but find it amusing, "Scared?"
Ding Cheng remained silent, her face slightly flushed.
Ding Lan laughed again, "You're marrying someone you love and care about. The rest of your life will be filled with happiness. What are you afraid of?"
Ding Cheng's face was lightly flushed, her eyes blurred as she looked at her reflection in the bronze mirror, indeed more beautiful than flowers.
Ding Cheng bashfully lowered her head, while the sound of drums and music outside paused downstairs at the inn.
Ding Lan personally placed the bridal veil over Ding Cheng, "You must be happy!"
Ding Cheng said nothing, just gripped the handkerchief in her hand even tighter.
