At ten that morning, the livestream began right on time.
Peach branches crisscrossed overhead, countless blossoms blooming in glorious profusion.
A breeze stirred, sending petals fluttering down.
Before an unnamed mountain stood a towering archway in cool tones, bearing the words "Marriage Temple."
The coach stopped before the archway, and people began getting off.
White robes swayed, their subtle patterns shimmering softly.
Song Yunxing stepped off the coach and came to a stop before the camera.
A silver crown held up his long black hair, which stirred in the breeze.
He wore a finely textured outer robe of luminous white, with a dark belt cinched around his slender waist.
His exquisite outer layer was light and sheer, its gauzy fabric drifting in the breeze, lending an airy grace to its elaborate beauty.
With his refined, elegant features and the alluring charm in his shifting gaze, this young gentleman would surely have set countless maidens' hearts aflutter in ancient times.
[What a beauty! An absolute beauty! My elegant young gentleman!]
[How can anyone be this gorgeous! Husband! You're my husband!]
[I've been saying forever that Song Yunxing's face deserves world heritage status. Xingxing's face is the David in the Louvre, a rose beside the Seine, Seville's Plaza de España, Greece's Parthenon, ancient Rome's Trevi Fountain, the sea of Manchester, the beauty most deserving of the golden apple. All of Aphrodite's charms pale before a single glimmer in Xingxing's eyes!]
[Hahaha, don't get too carried away up there. Shen Yanci's still behind him.]
Shen Yanci stepped off the coach with a light stride and a composed expression.
His hair was tied up as well, and he wore a black outer robe with subtle, shifting patterns and gold embroidery winding around the cuffs.
Simple and tasteful, yet lavishly regal.
The lazy air about