"I like it. It’s just like the bridal gown the bride wore on Brother Gu’s wedding day." Wen Xiao’ai was dazzled, looking at those wedding dresses she had dread of wearing, and finally, a smile appeared on her face.
"Yes, it’s what the bride wears." Jun Moyan looked at her and replied with a smile.
Wen Xiao’ai smiled and then pulled Jun Moyan to stop in front of the nearest wedding dress.
She couldn’t help but reach out her small hand to touch it: "It’s really beautiful. In our place, we wear red for the marriage ceremony, which is different from here, and it seems like you don’t have marriage ceremonies here."
"We also have traditional Chinese wedding attire here. If you like, we can buy both types when the ti cos."
"Buy?"
Wen Xiao’ai looked at him, slowly realizing sothing, and her expression turned serious, with the smile disappearing from her face.
"Yes."
"Jun Moyan, you an to..."
"Of course, to marry you." He held her hand tightly.
Wen Xiao’ai stared at him in a daze: "...Marry, marry ?"
"Yes, marry you. I’ve already arranged most of the wedding venue with the things and colors you like. You will definitely like it." His tone was sowhat excited, and the light in his eyes kept flickering.
However, Wen Xiao’ai’s face turned pale, and her eyes reddened.
"You..."
Wen Xiao’ai opened her mouth but found her throat tightening with a sour and painful sensation, making it hard to speak.
He placed his large hand on her small face, full of apology, and said: "I was too considerate before, always avoiding, letting a girl, a princess lower herself to chase after to marry her, yet I kept... Sorry."
No matter what happens in the future, no matter what the two of them have to face, even if today is the end of their future together, he wants to marry her today.
This is what she always wanted, what he promised her, and what he wants as well.
"..."
Wen Xiao’ai felt a sharp pain in her nose, and her eyes instantly filled with tears.
She wanted to say: Jun Moyan, why didn’t you marry earlier? Why did you wait until so late, and say you’ll marry now?
Wen Xiao’ai’s heart ached intensely, she looked at the wedding dresses filling the store, then at Jun Moyan, and helplessly clenched her hands tightly.
Jun Moyan watched Wen Xiao’ai, his heart completely consud by fear.
Ordinarily, he could understand what she wanted even if she just humd a little without speaking, and at this mont, he naturally realized that Wen Xiao’ai was not touched, but...
Just as Jun Moyan was about to say sothing, the manager and two shop assistants ca over with a wedding dress.
"Third Young Master, the wedding dress is here."
Saying this, he looked at Wen Xiao’ai with a fawning smile and remarked: "Mrs. Jun, the fitting room is over there, would you like to try it on now?"
The manager still thought Wen Xiao’ai was moved to tears and didn’t think much of it.
Wen Xiao’ai looked at the wedding dress in the shop assistant’s hands, and tears fell again.
Jun Moyan steadied himself, reached out to take the wedding dress, but his movents appeared sowhat stiff and slow.
The manager, seeing that the atmosphere wasn’t right, led the staff aside to give them space.
"...Xiaoguai, look, do you like it?"
He held the wedding dress, asking her.
His voice trembled uncontrollably, and his words ca out haltingly.
Usually calm and composed, he repeatedly lost his cool because of Wen Xiao’ai.
Wen Xiao’ai bit her lip, tears streaming down, dared not look at him, nor speak.
Jun Moyan placed his large hand on the delicate embroidery on the chest of the wedding dress and said to Wen Xiao’ai:
"This embroidery, it’s the Ziqiong Flower you like. I’ve never seen it, so I sketched it based on your description and had it embroidered on. See if it’s like you said..."
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