As he ascended the platform, the intricate folds of his wedding attire trailed behind him. The veil, delicate and mysterious, framed his features, anticipation shining in his eyes. His expression was calm but his heart was not calm at all. It was racing so fast that he almost thought it would beat out of his chest as he slowly walked on the platform.
When he raised his head he met his sweetheart's gaze. Luo Muchen was equally resplendent in his red wedding attire as he approached him. His demeanour was enchanting and his every movement deliberate. Qie Xieling's smile grew bigger resisting the urge to run into his arms.
Luo Muchen was holding one end of the red ribbon ball and when they met at the centre the elder in waiting stepped forward, placing the other end in Qie Xieling's hand. The soft strains of music enveloped them, a gentle backdrop to this sacred moment.