"How beautiful," people said, especially the young ones.
Their eyes were mesmerized as they looked at Jian Yixue's graceful figure.
She was like the sun falling in the midst of the people.
Currently, she was wearing a long white dress with her hair down, still quite wet.
Those who knew Jian Yixue well felt like they were seeing a different person.
The last time they saw her, although she was very strong, she was still young.
Today, she had finally become a mature woman while her eyes gave the impression like she had already experienced and seen many things beyond imagination.
Standing beside her, Aunt Ming almost lost existence, people felt like she didn't exist, perhaps akin to a speck of dust beside a giant sun.
Her aura and beauty meant nothing at all compared to Jian Yixue.
"It's really her, then who will she marry?" The older generation looked at each other and wondered.