Rong Yan got out of the car and opened the door for Ming Mei, looking at her dazed appearance and laughing: "Look, beautiful, right? I'm now regretting it, why didn't I think of getting married here back then? Building a church was such a waste of money."
Liancheng Yanzhi replied coolly: "Don't you like it anymore?"
Rong Yan quickly reassured him: "Uh... no, husband, I also really like the wedding you prepared, thank you, muah."
Rong Yan didn't really kiss him. After all, this was Ming Mei and Kang Chen's wedding. If she kissed her own husband in front of the bridal car, it would be too attention-seeking.
Ming Mei snapped out of her amazement.
She never knew that the old city in Imperial City could have such a beautiful place.
On both sides of the road, in the red maple forest, the frosty leaves are redder than February flowers, burning like flames in this early winter, turning the desolation of the whole winter into the beauty of this moment.
