The wedding was held at the hot spring villa. Yun Xiangxiang thought that it was an open-air wedding, but the truth was beyond her expectations.
The entire hot spring villa was filled with pavilions and pavilions. Song Mian Held Yun Xiangxiang’s hand as they walked on the red carpet.
They were surrounded by thick and sturdy parasol trees. The flowers were mostly pink and purple, with white and yellowish green interspersed occasionally.
“Parasol flowers are blooming in this season?”Yun Xiangxiang still had some common sense. The flowering period of the parasol flowers was June or July.
“With father around, there is no flowering period that he can’t extend. Even the Epiphyllum is an exception.”Song Mian looked up at the parasol flowers that were swaying in the wind, and a faint fragrance assaulted him.
