Everyone had arrived except for Ji Fengyan. The crowd waited impatiently. Their eyes subconsciously turned towards the palace.
Liu Huo quietly stood there and waited. No matter how calm he appeared on the surface, his pounding heart betrayed his nervousness.
He had never imagined that this day would come.
Under the expectant gaze of the crowd, a fiery red figure appeared, seated on Bai Ze's back. The bright red contrasted with the pure white of the night scene.
At that moment, the crowd involuntarily held its breath, and turned to look at the young girl who wore a fiery red wedding robe and headdress.
To be honest, Ji Fengyan's could not be considered being exceptionally beautiful. But today, her beauty was unsurpassed.
Liu Huo had eyes only for Ji Fengyan. She was just as he remembered her, so beautiful that his soul longed for her.
