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Wen Xian’s lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something; suddenly, she stammered and found herself unable to speak.
Her eyes turned sour and gritty, and even her whole demeanor became bewildered. When she looked at Lu Xiao again, she saw him, usually so stern and serious, looking at her tenderly, with a hint of a smile in the depths of his eyes.
Suddenly, her tears fell.
She turned around, buried her head in his chest, and began to cry.
She cried like a child.
If before, she had been surprised by all these "coincidences," she was no fool and quickly realized that the wedding she was attending was not someone else’s.
Her family, Lu Xiao’s parents, Shen Lin, Little Zaijun, and all the team members from the Kekexili Uninhabited Area, including Uncle Li, Jin Zhu, and Ama.
Even more complete than when they were in Beijing.
She truly had no regrets now.
She just couldn’t believe that Lu Xiao had arranged such a grand surprise without her knowing anything about it.
She was shocked and deeply moved at the same time.
Just a second ago, she had been envying someone else’s wedding, and the next, she found out she was the bride of this one.
Wen Xian cried uncontrollably; eventually, Lu Xiao gently soothed her, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and she gradually calmed down, her eyes blurry with tears.
Lu Xiao’s parents approached her.
Seeing her crying, Lu Xiao’s mother felt a pang in her heart. When Wen Xian looked at Lu Xiao’s mother, she walked up to her, eyes brimming with tears, and they embraced.
She called softly, her voice so hoarse and yet so dependent.
Lu Xiao’s mother hugged her lightly, stroking her hair as her own eyes reddened, filled with tender love: "My dear, today is your wedding day. Try not to cry; swollen eyes won’t look good."
After they pulled apart, Lu Xiao’s mother wiped away her tears. Her gentle face was full of love and sympathy, and as she spoke again, her voice was choked with emotion:
"As the old saying goes, ’good things never come easy.’ If it didn’t work out the first time, it just wasn’t the right moment. Today, everything will go smoothly. You are both such good children, and God will forever bless and protect you."
Their journey had not been easy, both before and after they met.
The wedding was ready to start, and all loved ones gathered. Having regretted the first time, they made even more effort this time, and everyone sent them their sincerest blessings.
Everyone took their seats.
Since Wen Xian’s family situation was unique, it was Wen Yu who wore a suit, the fair and handsome youth standing by Wen Xian’s side, representing the family elders, personally handing his sister over to her brother-in-law.
Though young and not yet fully grown, the youth was nearly six feet tall, handsome and upright.
On that day, the sun was perfect, a gentle breeze blew, and the lazy, tender strains of "Can’t Help Falling in Love" began to play.
Under everyone’s gaze, Wen Xian, arm in arm with her brother, wearing a vintage, elegant, and beautifully holy wedding dress with a light veil over her head, stepped on the red rose-covered carpet of Pu City, walking step by step towards the love of her life.