Meng Siyi had been busy after the New Year. On the day they tried on wedding dresses, he specially took time off. Zhu Shiyu arrived early and brought him breakfast.

“Have you eaten?” he asked as he sat down. Zhu Shiyu nodded, “I had some soy milk.”

“Will you be hungry later with just that?” Meng Siyi asked, holding a piece of toast.

“I have to try on the wedding dress later,” she said, gesturing with her hands around her waist, a bit embarrassed.

Meng Siyi’s gaze fell on her slim waist for a second before moving away. He took a bite of the toast, his words slightly muffled.

“You’re already very thin.”

Even so, when they both changed into their outfits and Zhu Shiyu came out in her wedding dress, he finally understood what a truly slim waist looked like—slender and elegant.

The assistant helping her try on the dress was still tightening the laces at the back, pulling and tying them, outlining her beautiful figure.

Standing there, she had delicate shoulders and a beautiful collarbone, with the neckline slightly revealing her smooth, fair skin.

Meng Siyi averted his gaze, feeling his heartbeat quicken.

Her wedding dress was even more form-fitting and beautiful than the one she wore for the wedding photos.

It was also more feminine.

“What do you think, Meng Siyi?” At some point, Zhu Shiyu had turned to look at him, holding up the hem of her dress, seeking his opinion.

He paused for a few seconds, his expression calm, and tried to sound normal. “I think it might be a bit too small. Do you have any others?”

“Mr. Meng, this size is perfect for her. It fits Miss Zhu very well, and we don’t even need to alter it…” The assistant heard him and eagerly explained.

Meng Siyi raised his hand and touched his nose.

“If you like it, then this one…”

“I’ll try on another one,” Zhu Shiyu said with a smile before he could finish.

In the end, they chose a French-style off-the-shoulder wedding dress with a beautiful, flowing skirt that looked like flower petals. The outer layer of the dress was made with a special gold spray technique, creating a dreamy, shimmering effect.

The neckline followed the curve of the petals, revealing just the right amount of collarbone and shoulders, elegant and natural.

Both Zhu Shiyu and Meng Siyi loved it, and they paid the deposit on the spot.

As the wedding approached, the preparations at home became more hectic. The house was already being decorated with red decorations.

Zhu Shiyu’s cousin brought a group of relatives over to help hang up red banners, blow up balloons, and string up garlands. Even the bed was covered with stuffed animals, creating a festive atmosphere.

Zhu Shiyu looked the same as always, not at all like a bride, but she was still surrounded by younger cousins who eagerly asked about her love story.

She didn’t have a love story to tell, so she stood there awkwardly, unable to say a word.

“Um…” Zhu Shiyu racked her brain, trying to think of a story to tell them.

“Go on, you’re too young to be talking about love all the time. Aren’t you embarrassed?” Her cousin shooed them away, but the little ones just laughed and continued to tug at Zhu Shiyu’s clothes.

“Sister Shiyu, what does your husband look like? Is he handsome? The grooms on TV are all very handsome!”

“Can you show us a photo?” the girls chorused.

“Tsk, I’m telling you—”

“It’s no big deal, I’ll find one for you.”

Looking at photos was a small matter.

Zhu Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief and started scrolling through her phone.

“Wow!—”

“The groom is so handsome!”

“He’s a perfect match for Sister Shiyu!”

The little girls exclaimed with joy, jumping around her, filling the room with laughter and excitement.

It was at this moment that Zhu Shiyu finally felt like she was really getting married.

She was twenty-six, soon to be twenty-seven.

In this year, she had accomplished one of life’s major milestones—getting married.

Not too early, not too late.

In this spring season.

As the trees by the roadside sprouted new green leaves, the day of the wedding finally arrived.

Early in the morning, the decorated wedding car waited downstairs. Meng Siyi, accompanied by his groomsmen, came to pick up the bride. There was no real obstruction from the family; they symbolically asked for a red envelope and then happily let them in. Only the little cousins at the bride’s door were exceptionally enthusiastic, relentlessly demanding red envelopes and almost emptying the groom’s wallet.

Meng Siyi was exhausted by the time he finally made it into the room, with beads of sweat on his forehead. But all of that vanished when he saw Zhu Shiyu sitting on the bed, holding the bouquet.

The morning light streamed through the window, casting golden rays that danced in her hair.

The person in front of him wore a snow-white veil, held fresh flowers, and was beautifully dressed, smiling radiantly at him.

This smile seemed to transcend time, merging seamlessly with a smile from his memories of many years ago.

In that instant, it was as if an arrow pierced his heart.

Meng Siyi realized that he had already fallen deeply in love.

In the beautifully decorated bridal chamber, under the gaze of everyone, the groom seemed to be in a daze for a moment. Then, he slowly walked over and extended his hand to the bride sitting on the bed.

“I am very happy to see you today.”

My bride.

My love.