"You took off your hijab right here?" Mu Yunhan was a little surprised.
It seems that, as far as she knows, no one in the entire Zhao country has set such a precedent, right?
She has already had enough limelight today, will it cause controversy if she does something new?
"Yes, right here."
Gu Fenglin held her hand and whispered: "I want the whole world to know that you are the priest's wife and my wife, Gu Fenglin."
In that incomplete dream, he saw Mu Yunhan wearing a red wedding dress.
But he couldn't see clearly, and he didn't know if the groom was actually him.
So, he thought, what if he took off her hijab right here on the street?
What will happen?
Does this prove that the groom is really him?
People who rely on dreams to predict the future are afraid and powerless about their dreams.
This is also very ridiculous.
Gu Fenglin laughed at himself and begged Mu Yunhan: "Please."
Mu Yunhan felt soft and agreed to him: "That's fine, as long as you're not afraid of anyone making irresponsible remarks."
"I have never been a person who was afraid of what others said."
Gu Fenglin took a deep breath, grabbed the bright red hijab, and whispered: "I'm here."
"Yeah." Mu Yunhan was originally not afraid of anything, but now he couldn't help but feel a little more nervous.
She was worried whether her makeup was messed up by her hijab and whether her hairpin jewelry was worn properly.
And whether you look beautiful, dignified and generous enough.
These were all worries. She even grabbed Gu Fenglin's hand and whispered: "If you see something bad about me, remember to help me straighten it out quickly."
"good……"
Before he finished speaking, the hijab on Mu Yunhan's head had been removed.
There is a crescent moon hanging on the horizon, and the willow branches on the street are rippling gently with the warm breeze of early summer.
I don't know who hung two bunches of gardenias on the carriage, and the sweet smell came faintly.
The exquisite red palace lanterns emit warm and delicate light, gently and softly falling on the hair, faces, eyebrows and corners of the eyes of the people around you.
Body, hair, and skin are all beautiful and alluring.
It's as if all the good things in this world exist only for him.
All the happiness in this world exists because of him.
Mu Yunhan looked at Gu Fenglin blankly and couldn't help but give him a big smile.
It's really nice to be able to marry him.
The feeling of uncovering your head on the carriage is also really good.
She said softly: "Alin, have I ever told you that I have never regretted it?"
Gu Fenglin looked at her intently, as if he wanted to carve into his heart what she looked like at that moment.
"You didn't say that." He said seriously. "What you just said was too quiet. I didn't hear it clearly."
Mu Yunhan pursed his lips and raised the corners of his lips: "Then listen carefully, I will only say it once."
"I said, I have never regretted it. I am very happy." She said it again seriously.
"I have never regretted it, I am very happy." Gu Fenglin answered her.
Some children on the side of the road cheered: "Look, the bride is not wearing a hijab!"
"She is so beautiful! The priest is so beautiful too!"
Gu Fenglin showed a perfect smile, waved calmly to the crowd of onlookers, and reminded Mu Yunhan: "You can also try it."
In front of so many people...
Well, if she wants to be a different kind of priest's wife, then start now.