After Chen Cixiu recovered, he became extremely nervous.

This is a major event in one's life.

Although there are many important events in life, this one, like getting married, can clearly make people nervous.

It was almost three o'clock.

He stood at the doorway and took a deep breath.

Although traditional Chinese wedding attire may not fit perfectly, he is a natural clothes hanger and wears it without any sense of incongruity.

Meanwhile, amidst the cheers and exclamations of a group of girls, Jiang Yu appeared in the middle of the door next door.

Chen Cixiu could see her as soon as he turned his head.

Their eyes always seemed to find each other in the crowd.

Chen Cixiu was once again amazed by Jiang Yu.

The wedding dress her uncle made looked even more beautiful on her.

For a moment, it was hard to tell whether people gave clothes their beauty, or whether clothes enhanced people's beauty.

As the host's voice rang out, they walked onto the stage in unison to the strains of classic wedding music. Chen Cixiu held his nephew's hand, while Jiang Yu held Beibei's hand as they walked onto the stage.

The red carpet on the ground resembled the ancient Chinese wedding procession of ten miles of red bridal procession.

From the moment they parted ways to the moment they walked hand in hand onto the stage, Chen Cixiu personally handed the engagement letter to General Jiang Zemin.

As the host finished asking the other party to take an oath.

Jiang Yu gestured to the host and took the microphone.

"This time, it's my turn to say I love you."

No one could have imagined that she would say this when she took the microphone.

Smiles appeared on everyone's face, and even Jiang Zemin's eyes were filled with tears.