"Beautiful."
Jun Mochan stood across from her, with a gentle gaze and an attentive expression. His eyes reflected two tiny images of Ye Ranran. No other person existed in that moment.
Ye Ranran blushed and quickly turned to look into the mirror.
"Miss, you're so pretty, and your husband is very handsome." The shop assistant cast a knowing glance at the marks on Ye Ranran's neck, her voice brimming with envy.
Even though Ye Ranran was beautiful, Jun Mochan was truly handsome—elegant and noble. Even television stars couldn't compare with him.
Not to mention his wealth and talents.
One would have to save the galaxy several times over to marry such a man.
"Mr. Jun, earlier the shop assistant was staring at you without blinking, and the people around were also sneaking glances at you. What do you feel about that?"
After trying on the wedding dress, Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan got in the car to go back to the villa.