Song Yaoyao had that dream again. In the dream, she married Huo Yunque.
Her brother stood below the stage with a sullen face. He watched as their father held her hand and walked her down the long carpet. Finally, he handed her hand to another man. His eyes were filled with displeasure.
Seeing this, her mother patted her brother on the back to comfort him. She looked at the stage with a gratified expression.
She was still as beautiful as ever. Even though she was over fifty years old, she was well-maintained, loved by her husband, and had a filial child. Under no pressure, she looked like a beautiful woman who had just turned thirty years old. Her eyes were clear and did not look like someone who was over fifty years old.
The young priest who presided over the wedding smiled and immediately caused all the girls present to become infatuated.
The necklace on his neck was shining under the crystal chandelier.
He asked, "Are you willing?"
