The relatives and friends of both parties were here. There were not many, only fifty to sixty people.
Everyone held red roses. They sat in the snow, the red in their hands contrasting with the white underground. It was especially eye-catching.
There was no name on the chair. Everyone sat casually.
When the wedding was about to begin, Xiao Li arrived at the scene. She came alone and was wearing a white knitted dress. Her blonde hair was tied up and two purple gemstones decorated her ears. Today, her makeup was light and elegant. Without her red lips and heavy makeup, she actually looked pure and elegant.
Xiao Li took the rose and found an empty seat to sit down.
She had just sat down when someone else appeared beside her. Xiao Li did not turn sideways. She had loved this person for too many years and was too familiar with Zhuang Long's aura.
Xiao Li looked down at the rose in his hand with a calm expression.
