There is no one in this world who can match your wedding dress better than you. The trailing wedding dress looks like a white holy robe on you. You are standing not far from me, and I seem to feel your gaze falling on me through the veil, and my mind is filled with blankness. I watched you walk towards me with slow steps, stretched out your hand with a smile, picked up my hand and touched my cold fingertips. Beads of sweat continued to leak out on my forehead, and I asked myself how nervous I was to make my steps to the piano music become chaotic and chaotic, and to make me walking on this red carpet feel like I was walking from the end of the world to the end. You turned your head to look at me and smiled what you thought was the brightest smile at me. I will probably remember this smile forever. It is the first time I have seen you smile like this in the fifteen years I have known you. There is emotion in your smile that I cannot describe. At the end of the red carpet, even the pastor smiled kindly at us. I tried to smile back, but the corners of my mouth were too stiff to raise. My face must be full of embarrassment now. Is it because I never imagined that you could stand in front of me wearing a wedding dress in my lifetime, or is it because I have no legitimate reason to spend the rest of my life with you? I raised my hand to help you smooth the veil, and said in a low voice, "I wish you happiness." I still remember when I was young, I often heard adults say that promises are engraved in the bone marrow and promises can never be forgotten. The words I said to you from now on are also deep in my limbs and bones, and I can't avoid them. From now on, I will accompany you whether you are happy or sad, prosperous or mediocre, poor or corrupt.