The beautiful wedding

The warm glow from the sparkles illuminated his face, accentuating the affectionate smile that played on his lips.

Qie Xieling's breath hitched in his throat as Luo Muchen took his hand and led him to the centre of the archway. His pulse quickened, and the anticipation filled him with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

"Mu Mu," muttered Qie Xieling his voice barely audible. With a tender gaze, Luo Muchen knelt down on one knee, his eyes locked onto Qie Xieling's. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them suspended in a moment of pure vulnerability and love.