They stood together, and roses rained down from the sky. They smiled at each other and sang together tenderly:

Listen to me holding hands

Come with me

Live a stable life

Yesterday was too late

It will be a pity tomorrow

You're going to marry me today

Listen to me holding hands

Let's go together

Give me your life

Don't look back at yesterday

Tomorrow I will be white-haired

You will marry me today]

Their voices echoed in everyone's ears, but quietly penetrated into everyone's heart.

Zhang Yiling suddenly felt that not being there was the right decision. Otherwise, when she heard the song and saw the rain of roses, she might have lost her mind and confessed to Zhou Yiyang.

She rubbed her slightly hot face vigorously. In her eyes, the people on the stage had become her and Zhou Yiyang.

"If it were me, I would definitely wear a white wedding dress that was as long as the red carpet..."

Zhang Yiling’s fantasy is not ridiculous, because many girls will have such imagination when they see this scene.

This is a yearning for happiness.

This time, Guan Fei’s best friends were so jealous that they couldn’t help it.

It’s bad enough that Zhou Yiyang wrote a song for Guan Fei, but how come he also wrote such a good song!

Whenever they listen to this song in the future, they will naturally remember the occasion when it was first sung.

When they finished singing, the music ended with a wedding march that everyone was familiar with.

Everyone applauded and looked at the newlyweds with blessings and envy.