Last Piece

Jiang Yue took a moment to process what Song Ling had said, clearly not expecting him to refer to her as his wife already. After she recovered from her surprise, she shyly responded, "We're not married yet!"

Song Ling smiled warmly and assured her, "We'll be married next month. It's happening soon."

The shop assistant, overhearing their exchange, appropriately chuckled along and offered a congenial remark, "Mr. and Ms., your love is truly beautiful."

A light shade of red crept into Jiang Yue's cheeks, and, embarrassed, she stomped her foot, playfully directing the shop assistant towards the wedding dress section, "Hurry, let's go look at the wedding dresses."

Jiang Yue's eyes widened as she surveyed the extensive collection of wedding dresses, her face lighting up with astonishment. In no time at all, she picked out no less than ten dresses, eagerly trying on each one and soliciting Song Ling's opinion.

Finally, she emerged wearing the last one.