Time passed both fulfilling and fleetingly.
Before they knew it, the day of the wedding had arrived.
The Mo Family Mansion had transformed into a pink ocean, layers upon layers of pink roses nearly engulfing the mansion.
The guests, attired in splendid dresses, were like butterflies intruding into this sea of pink flowers.
This grand wedding had gathered nearly half of the upper echelons of Mochuan City's society.
Mo Nanze wore a custom-tailored black suit. The simple yet atmospheric design was replete with exquisite details.
His perfect physique was even more exceptional, making him the most handsome groom.
Those who did not know his age would think he was only in his twenties.
Mo Nanze and Mo Yiming welcomed guests at the entrance.
He consistently maintained a suitably mild smile on his face, politely accepting the blessings of many familiar or strange faces passing by without much fluctuation.
The former Mo Nanze would not have been willing to do such a thing.