It didn't feel like the two of them had prepared it together. It felt more like Qin Heng was personally standing here, chattering away about how wonderful he was.
Wang Quan's lips had gone numb from reading before he finally finished the densely packed words on the first little card.
When he looked up, the guests below were already in tears.
More than a dozen of their classmates from Senior Year Class 3 were seated at one table. Li Qiuhe was still wiping away tears, and from the shape of his mouth, he was probably muttering, "He loves him so much."
Wang Quan: "..."
He turned to the second page. There were far fewer words on this card, and the elegant, neat handwriting made it obvious that Chi Ning had written it.
There were few words, but they carried weight, filled with sincerity and love.
Everyone acknowledged that Chi Ning was straightforward and not particularly good with words. But the more straightforward he was, the more emotion and strength his words contained.
By the time Wang Quan finished reading, he was nearly crying himself. The more he read, the more he felt that these two were truly made for each other.
He said in a trembling voice, "Would the newlyweds please come forward."
Chi Ning's hand was gently clasped.
It was clearly just an ordinary handhold.
Clearly, they had held hands countless times before today.
But when Qin Heng's fingers curled around his, Chi Ning still felt his heart leap into his throat with a thump.
He lifted his eyes and stared fixedly at Qin Heng, forgetting to take a step for a moment. Qin Heng looked so handsome today... more handsome than ever, far more handsome than in his previous life.
The corner of Qin Heng's mouth curved upward.