The red veil blocked most of Si Yaya's sight, so she could only see a little of her toes. Every step she took felt very long.
After walking for God knows how long, Si Yaya felt that her hand was handed over to the warm and familiar hand by the matron of honor. Her hand was small, and Yi Qianxu's five fingers just happened to wrap around his hand.
Si Yaya only felt warm when she was surrounded by a big embrace. At this moment, her heart was at peace.
Yi Qianru finally got his lover. He held Si Yaya's hand and walked to the bridal sedan chair. Perhaps because he walked in a hurry, the bride gently tripped him.
"How could you be so careless?" Yi Qian Xun whispered in Si Yaya's ear, but before she could react, Yi Qian Xun picked her up.
Si Yaya was caught off guard and let out a soft cry.
