Jiang Chengyue was as clean and elegant as he imagined. Xiu Xin said that his skin color was slightly darker, but he didn't notice it. He only felt that the lines on his face were particularly soft under the light. His eyes were full of tenderness.
Jiang Chengyue looked at the bride's spring-like smile, his heart warmed, and he saw her quickly lower her head.
——The restraint is gone, but shyness is still necessary.
Jiang Chengyue shook his head. He was a little nervous originally, but now...
Jiang Chengyue slowly picked up a strand of her hair, played with it twice in his hands, cut it off casually with scissors, and then went to cut his own.
Could it be?
"We are married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about our love. Huh?"
One-sentence copy: Do you want someone who loves you and dotes on you as if it were a matter of course?
Conception: