The kids were quite mischievous.
Song Zhen looked lovingly at the retreating figure of his beloved wife, raising his hand and gently caressing the spot on his chin where she had kissed him.
In his eyes, tender emotions rippled like water, enchantingly entwined.
Upstairs on the terrace.
Lan Baozhen and Fang Lingwei were watching this scene, both laughing so hard that they trembled like flower branches, while Gu Xinzhou ran upstairs, asking Lan Baozhen to help her unzip and get inside.
She carefully cherished the wedding dress as she took it off, smiling and saying, "It's really beautiful."
Lan Baozhen said, "It's because our Zhouzhou is beautiful, so everything she wears looks beautiful."
Gu Xinzhou touched the hand-sewn pearls on the wedding dress, wondering, "Mom probably never wore a wedding dress, did she?"
Had it not been for the wedding dress photo shoot today, Gu Xinzhou might not have thought this deeply.
