Shu Pan was amazed and couldn't help but exclaim, "Xiaomeng, you look so beautiful."
While she admired her, there was a bittersweet feeling in her heart. She had skipped the process of wearing a wedding dress and had married Gu Shaoting directly.
That thin wedding dress carried the dreams and hopes of so many women. It was the warmest dream deep within a woman's heart, quietly nestled there, waiting for a gust of wind to stir it, until it fluttered and swayed like the hem of a wedding dress.
Shu Pan pushed away her melancholy and genuinely felt happy for Ye Xiaomeng. There was no happier moment for a woman than this.
"How do you feel, girl?" Ye Xiaomeng asked nervously.
"Rest assured, you look stunning. You are the most beautiful bride today. Quickly show Cheng Yang and mesmerize him." Shu Pan looked at Xiaomeng's shy and nervous appearance, and her heart calmed a bit. She hoped everything would go smoothly, and Xiaomeng could remain this happy.