"I'm here to marry you, Shen Jiaojiao."
His tone was casual, but the way he stretched out his hand from the horse was extremely serious. He was so confident and arrogant that he treated etiquette as nothing, but it made people feel as if everything in the world had fallen silent. Only this man's appearance was deeply engraved in people's hearts and was unforgettable.
The crowd fell silent.
Shen Miao's face was covered by a veil and she could not see anything. She could only hear the voice. She instinctively looked up, but the next moment, she felt her hand being lifted and something being put on her fingertip.
She was a little confused by the cold and gentle touch.
The people around gasped.
