Su Jin glanced at his sister distressedly, Su Nan smiled indifferently, and put his hand on Fu Yechuan's.

The people in front consciously made way for them. Su Nan lifted her skirt and walked forward without looking sideways. Fu Yechuan's palm felt slightly cold. At that moment, he suddenly realized that after three years of marriage, he had never held a wedding. , he seems to have never taken the initiative to hold her hand, this is the first time holding hands.

Just at a glance, Su Nan's fingers were slender and beautiful, like a work of art, warm and delicate, and he immediately remembered them in his heart.