As soon as Zhao Xuerou entered the exhibition hall, she found her target. She didn't even look at the others before she knew that this was the one she wanted.
The one she chose was the most extravagant.
It was the kind of dress with a train that required three or four people to support it, and the entire skirt was so large that even an embrace couldn't contain it. The ivory white color complemented her skin tone, and every pleat was meticulously designed. Such a wedding dress should have been worn at the most luxurious wedding of the century.
At that time, she was the darling of heaven and earth, and no one in the world could surpass her beauty. She possessed a love that even the gods envied. She ran on a dilapidated road, wearing a princess's crown, while everything around her quickly withered away. She only cared about running towards the sunset, her long tail sweeping across the dust on the ground.
This wedding dress symbolizes elopement.
Even though the train was heavy and the skirt was huge, full of unnecessary extravagance besides being luxurious, she still wanted to run in her wedding dress to find her lover who was setting off at sunset.
The shop assistants helped take down the wedding dresses one by one, and even Ke Bing, who hadn't originally planned to buy any, was genuinely tempted.
I drew the curtain to change clothes, and a few minutes passed—those few minutes felt like an eternity.
The curtain was pulled open again.
They appeared in the center of the exhibition hall, their skirts trailing behind them, looking at each other with unbelievable surprise in their eyes.
Wearing such a wedding dress, one should think of purity and elegance, but people use "love" to describe it.
Perhaps it's because love holds such a heavy place in life.
"It's really beautiful, so gorgeous."
"The same to you."
"I've made up my mind, I'm going to buy it!"
"Shop assistant, could you take a picture for me? I want to keep a record of what I look like in my wedding dress."
"Let's take a picture together, the three of us."
"good."
Ke Bing handed over her phone. They stood together, their faces flushed with a touch of shy beauty, their cheeks rosy, and their lips curved into smiles as they lifted their skirts.
"3, 2, cheese!"
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