The driver was an unfamiliar face, and he seemed very tense.
Fu Wenzhou was even more nervous than him, his clenched hands sweating profusely.
Half an hour later, he finally realized something was wrong.
He looked at the driver, who was also looking at him in the rearview mirror. The moment their eyes met, Fu Wenzhou sighed: "If I remember correctly, this is the third time you've turned onto this road."
Driver: "...Sorry, I was too nervous."
Fu Wenzhou: "..."
He thought to himself, "It's not like it's your wedding, why are you so nervous?"
Seeing that the driver was about to take the wrong turn again, he raised his hand and pointed to the right lane: "Turn right from here. If you turn any further, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist kicking you off the road."
The driver gave a dry laugh.
Meanwhile, at the manor, Song Qingyou had already changed into her wedding dress, her fingertips trembling with nervousness.
But it wasn't obvious on the surface. Seeing that the time was almost up and Fu Wenzhou still hadn't appeared, she turned to Yan Miao and asked, "Why hasn't Fu Wenzhou come yet?"
"What's the rush?" Yan Miao said. "I specifically asked the driver to take him on a few more detours."
"..." Song Qingyou was speechless for a moment. If she hadn't known Yan Miao for many years, she would have suspected that the two were just fake friends. "Why?"
"Good things come to those who wait," Yan Miao joked, then grinned, "You'll find out soon enough."
Song Qingyou felt a sense of loss of control, but she knew Yan Miao wouldn't harm her, so she suppressed her nervousness and nodded.
The weather was great all day.
As dusk fell, the clouds on the horizon were dyed golden-red by the setting sun, casting a warm hue over the entire manor.
The guests have arrived.
A car slowly approached from a distance and soon arrived at the other end of the red carpet.
The driver got out of the car and calmly helped open the trunk door. A pair of leather shoes landed steadily on the red carpet, and then Fu Wenzhou appeared before everyone's eyes.
On the second floor, Song Qingyou looked at the tall and elegant man on the red carpet, and only now did she feel a real sense of reality.
Yan Miao was saying something in her ear, but she couldn't hear a single word.
Her eyes were only on the man walking down the red carpet.
Fu Wenzhou walked step by step to the other end of the red carpet and stood still.
Liang Muchuan served as the emcee, and his witty and humorous way of speaking created a joyful atmosphere at the event.
"...So, groom, are you ready to welcome your bride?"
Fu Wenzhou nodded.
No one saw that his loosely clenched hand was already damp.
Liang Muchuan, as if on purpose, had a mischievous smile on his lips, "Then, groom, have you ever seen what the bride looks like in her wedding dress?"
Fu Wenzhou: "No."
His voice was deep and somewhat tense; if you listened carefully, you could even hear a slight tremor in it.
Liang Muchuan then asked, "So, are you looking forward to it?"
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it."
"Okay, now please turn around and face away from the red carpet. No peeking!"
Fu Wenzhou turned around, and Liang Muchuan experienced the thrill of commanding Fu Wenzhou for the first time. He felt incredibly happy, but he was also genuinely pleased for him. He stopped teasing him, raised his hand, and the music started playing.
At this moment, time seemed to stretch on endlessly.
Every second that Fu Wenzhou turned around felt like an eternity.
His body was tense because he couldn't see behind him, and he didn't know when his Youyou would come up behind him, or what she would look like in her wedding dress.
Na Yanmiao promised to take her picture, but then she never did anything about it again.
He had fantasized countless times about Song Qingyou in a wedding dress, and now he was also imagining her standing behind him in a wedding dress.
I don't know how much time passed, but everything around me became quiet.
Fu Wenzhou seemed to sense something, and his entire back stiffened.
The setting sun cast a long shadow of him, which was reflected on the swaying gauze in front of him.
Behind him was a slender figure wearing a dress.
Her skirt was very long, and her veil was very thin.
She held the flowers and stood there quietly. If he moved even slightly, their shadows would overlap.
At this moment, Fu Wenzhou dared not turn around.
He had never felt so uneasy before.
The noise around him was deafening, and his heart pounded against his chest, as if it were about to leap out of his chest.
He was so nervous that his mouth went dry, his throat bobbed up and down a few times, and his hands, hanging at his sides, trembled nervously.
A gentle evening breeze brought a touch of coolness.
A woman's soft call also came.
"Fu Wenzhou".
It seemed to come from a distant place, crossing mountains and rivers, carrying the gentleness of the evening breeze and the setting sun, and landed on his ear.
Everyone around fell silent; they could clearly see the man on the stage trembling slightly.
In that instant, his tension seemed to spread, infecting everyone present.
Liang Muchuan had already retreated off the stage, and was now holding his breath, not daring to make a sound.
"Fu Wenzhou".
Another sound.
Fu Wenzhou finally turned around slowly.
Then, he saw Song Qingyou wearing a pure white wedding dress.
The sunset glow bathed her in a warm and dreamy light. Standing in the splendid sunset, holding a bouquet of flowers, she smiled gently at him through a thin veil.
Fu Wenzhou's mind went blank, and his eyes instantly turned red and hot.
His thin lips trembled, and he wanted to call her name, only to find that his throat was choked with emotion.
Liang Muchuan is back online.
All the surrounding sounds seemed to have broken through some kind of barrier and returned.
Birds sang, flowers bloomed, and people mingled.
In this vast space, Liang Muchuan's voice echoed with the sound of the wind, resonating in everyone's ears.
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