Zoya's eyes were red, and she nodded.
Her wedding was finally going to be held today, and the person she loved was finally going to enter the wedding hall today! The past, the past, what should be let go, what should be let go, what should be taken responsibility, she would bear it in the future, and what should be taken, she would bear it in the future!
In the future, her identity would no longer be Zoya, a daughter, a fiancee... but a wife, a daughter-in-law, or a mother!
With anxiety, expectation, gratitude, and happiness in her heart, she put on her dowry, pulled up her hair, put on her most solemn makeup in this life, and walked to the most important person in her life!
The white wedding dress was her long wings, and the sweet petals turned into a red carpet.
The magnificent band played the praise of love.
The little Angels sang the song of the God of Love and pulled up a long gauze dress for her.