Had this day finally come?
In the morning, Zhang Zian stood in front of the dressing mirror, solemnly put on his suit, tidied his tie, and checked his front and back to see if there were any wrinkles.
His leather shoes were shiny.
He, who almost never wore a watch, even wore an old mechanical watch left behind by his father, not to check the time, but for decoration and matching.
The suit was the one he had prepared for the Berlin Film Festival.
Her newly-cut hair yesterday was also very handsome, and she even sprayed hair styling gel on it.
"Perfect! He's so handsome!"
He muttered to himself.
"It's better to go to the wedding venue earlier in case we're late. "
The weather was cold, and he put on a long wool trench coat over his suit. He felt that he was more and more handsome.
Richard combed his feathers unhurriedly and said in disdain,""What's the hurry! You're not the groom anyway! You won't even get to be the best man!"