If marriage is the tomb of love, then this wedding is equivalent to a death sentence for Yao Wang's love. He stared blankly Standing at the door of the church, ready to die generously At this time, everyone in the church turned around and focused their attention on Yao Wang. He was slightly short at 168cm. Small but well-proportioned, with round eyes, a rose-red bow tie and a custom-made black tuxedo, standing at the door of the church. Even more petite. At the age of 28, he got his doctorate this year. He is an awkward age between a boy and a man, just like he is already. The persimmons are yellowed but still astringent. There is still a little timidity hidden under the mature appearance. I really said it just now. Yao Wang was in a trance in the solid air, but when he saw everyone's expressions, he confirmed He felt keenly that traces of his own voice were still waving in the church, like a child seeking refuge. Yao Wang subconsciously turned his eyes to The light shines on the bride Yuan Fang. He only cares about her reaction now. Against the backdrop of the white wedding dress, Yuan Fang looks far more beautiful than in her dreams. It was so dreamy that Yao Wang was already lost in the dazzling halo before he could see clearly. This was from twenty years ago. The girl he walked by? * . . Q ::::: Q {o o} o @ o V V ! ^ ^ !