After Yan Xi finished speaking, she took him into the wedding car that had been prepared a long time ago. There was only one, and it was enough for the two of them.

Going south along the winding mountain road, you will soon arrive at the entrance of a quaint church, surrounded by gardens and grass, and the refreshing breeze blows Yan Xi's veil. They hold hands together and walk in.

"I racked my brains and couldn't think of anything else you lack, so I can only prepare these." Yan Xi lowered her head and said in a low voice.