บท 865: The Betrothal Gift Worth Billions

As though she were a goddess, the seated guests all turned to look at her as she walked down the aisle.

On the platform, Ji Ziming stared at her unblinkingly as she walked toward him.

The wedding march was still playing, and there were a lot of people at the party, but there was only her in his eyes. All he could hear was the sound of her steps as her gown trail dragged across the floor.

Watching her walk toward him in a wedding dress, his dark eyes darkened further.

Suddenly, he stepped down the platform in big steps.

Even though his steps were still poised, it was clear that he was eager.

In a few steps, he stood before the woman treading on the pink petals.

He reached out his palm and looked tenderly and lovingly at her.

Looking at the tall and handsome man, who had stopped before her, a bright smile blossomed on her face.

Everyone said that a woman was the most beautiful in the moment that she became a bride.