Ye Yuwei lowered her head. Her throat burned as her emotions overwhelmed her. Ye Xicheng's little hand hovered in the air, awaiting his mother's grasp.
'Mommy, I want to walk you down the aisle. I said before that I'd give Mommy away to someone trustworthy.'
Ye Yuwei slowly reached out and gently placed her hand in his small palm.
Ye Xicheng looked at his mother solemnly and turned away when his mother placed her hand in his. With a steady pace, he walked his mother into the hall.
Ye Yuwei followed her son's lead. As they made their way down the aisle, the guests gasped and held their breaths as they saw the little boy walking his mother down the aisle.
Ye Yuwei held back her tears as she recalled the time when she gave birth to her two children. When Xixi was born, she had cried loudly but now, she was quietly holding her fist to her chest.
