Gu Yue had opened the gate with her spatial power.
On the other side, Long Bing held up her skirt with both hands, her eyes rimmed with red.
She wore a silver-white wedding gown, its train trailing through the moon gate and spreading across the red carpet. The fabric was light, with seven layers of gauze, each edged with fine silver threads that gleamed softly beneath the lights. A silver ribbon was tied at her waist, its ends draping over her skirt and fluttering in the evening breeze.
Her shoulders were bare, and the skin above her collarbones looked as white as porcelain under the lights. Around her neck was an exceedingly fine silver chain, from which hung an ice-blue gemstone the size of a soybean. Her silver hair fell behind her shoulders, its ends reaching her waist, with a white rose pinned among the strands.
She took her first step.
The train slid over the threshold, its gauze whispering against the red carpet. She walked slowly, each step steady. The people on either side of the carpet watched her, watched that figure wrapped in a silver-white wedding gown.
Wu Changkong stood at the other end of the red carpet.
His ice-blue eyes were fixed on the moon gate. He stepped forward, his soles landing on the carpet with dull thuds. He walked slowly.
He remembered the first time he had seen her.
In a corridor at Shrek Academy, in front of the noticeboard, she had stood with her silver hair tied behind her head and a mission sheet clutched in her hand. As he passed, he turned to glance at her, and she turned to glance at him. Neither said anything, but the tips of her ears turned red.
He remembered the first cup of water she had handed