Chapter 133 Wedding Photos
As the morning light spread over the banks of the Irrawaddy River, Su Lixia, wearing an ivory satin wedding dress, stood under an archway decorated with lilies of the valley, pulling at the hem of her skirt uncomfortably.
The wedding dress was specially made by Savika and air-shipped from Paris. The delicate lace outlined her beautiful figure.
"Don't move." Savika's voice came from behind. He changed into a tailor-made black Burmese military uniform with golden tassels hanging down his shoulders.
He walked in front of her, his eyes lingering on her for a long time, as if he wanted to carve this moment into his eyes: "My woman must wear the most beautiful clothes."
Su Lixia couldn't help but smile, and reached out to straighten his collar: "You look very handsome in this outfit too."
"Of course." Savika raised an eyebrow, her fingertips gently brushing the lily of the valley decoration on her veil, "suitable for you."
The photographer reminded nervously: "Sir, can we start?" In front of Savika, even his voice trembled.
He directed the two men to pose by the river, but Savika kept frowning impatiently, as if he was about to draw his gun at any second.
"Sir... please smile..." the photographer requested weakly.
Savika pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a ferocious "smile".
Su Lixia couldn't help laughing, and reached out to pinch his face: "Don't scare me."
He grabbed her hand, bent down and kissed her fingertips. At this moment, the sun shone on the river, and the photographer excitedly pressed the shutter.
"Perfect! So natural!"
Savika glanced at the photographer, put her arm around Su Lixia's waist and whispered, "If I had known it would be so troublesome, I would have just gotten a marriage certificate and been done with it."
"You wish." Su Lixia leaned into his arms, "Every aspect of the wedding must be included."
In the distance, Atai observed the filming scene through a telescope and whispered into the communicator: "Boss, everything is normal."
At the Bangkok manor, Mo Xiaohan was helping Ruan Xingchen recover from her postpartum illness. He tapped his finger on the tablet, revealing a real-time view of the Irrawaddy River.
"Savica, that bastard..." He looked at Savica's expression in the video and couldn't help but sneer: "Wedding photos turned into battlefield documentaries."
Ruan Xingchen smiled and leaned into his arms: "But I think it's very sweet!"
At this moment, the baby's cry suddenly came. Mo Xiaohan immediately put down the tablet, walked over quickly, picked up his son and coaxed him gently. The sharpness in his eyebrows instantly turned into tenderness.
Ruan Xingchen looked at his clumsy yet gentle appearance, a smile in his eyes.
Thousands of miles away, a new shoot has begun in front of the ruins of the Mandalay Palace. The mottled palace walls, witnessing the rise and fall of dynasties, now serve as the most beautiful backdrop.
Su Lixia changed into a champagne-colored toast dress, while Savika wore a full set of traditional Burmese dress, a deep red silk robe embroidered with gold thread totems.
"Hold tight!" the photographer commanded, wiping his sweat. "Sir, look at your wife a little more... a little more gently..."
Savika pinched Su Lixia's waist and pressed her towards him: "Like this?" He raised his eyebrows and asked the photographer, but his eyes reflected the blushing face of the person in his arms.
Su Lixia hit his chest lightly: "Be gentle..."
He suddenly grabbed her wrist, bent down and kissed her in this position. The shadow of the palace wall enveloped the two of them, and the sunlight just happened to gild her profile.
The photographer frantically clicked the shutter until Savika looked up impatiently: "Have you taken enough pictures?"
"This one is the best..." the assistant muttered quietly, "It's like forcing a marriage..."
Su Lixia looked at her own shocked expression and Savika's triumphant smirk in the camera, her ears reddening. "Don't keep this picture!"
"I'm going to frame it at the entrance to the wedding." Savika played with her fingers, "Let everyone see how I tricked you into giving me your hand."
The last set of photos was taken in the Forest of Thousand Pagodas in Bagan.
As the setting sun gilded hundreds of pagodas, Surisha wore a crimson Burmese wedding gown with a gold-embroidered peacock spreading its wings at the hem. Savika wore a matching tube skirt, a dharmakaya sword worn diagonally at her waist.
At the most beautiful moment of light and shadow, the photographer suddenly knelt down and saluted. It turned out that he had captured a group of birds flying simultaneously over the top of the pagoda, which symbolizes the blessing of gods and Buddhas in Burmese culture.
Savika suddenly knelt on one knee, holding the emerald ring above her head: "Su Lixia, marry me."
She stood there in a daze.
"I'm not good at saying sweet words." He looked up at her, his eyes reflecting the rosy glow of the sky. "But I swear to these pagodas that every tear you shed from now on will be exchanged for the joy of the rest of my life."
Su Lixia's tears fell on the emerald ring. She stretched out her left hand for him to put the ring on. Under the gaze of thousands of pagodas, she whispered, "Keep your word, from this life to the next."
The lights of the Buddhist temple gradually lit up and were reflected in the water, as if thousands of stars were falling.
They exchanged a kiss with the fragrance of lotus among the stars and the Buddha's light, condensing their bloody years into an eternal smile in the wedding photo.
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