That afternoon.
Pei Zhiyao took Wen Mian to look at wedding dresses.
The street was lined with design studios, jewelry studios, and the like.
Eye-catching jewelry and gowns swept past their view one by one.
Wen Mian was drawn to the scene before her and couldn't help but grow a little curious.
Pei Zhiyao walked behind her, introducing as they strolled, "This street has stores that are all similar. After you've tried on the wedding dress, I'll take you for a stroll. If you see any jewelry you like, we'll buy it. It'll make a nice accessory."
Since it was something Pei Zhiyao arranged for her, Wen Mian naturally couldn't refuse.
She nodded, her face turning an unmistakable shade of crimson, looking bashfully shy.
"Alright, I understand."
Soon, the two of them entered a store.
The bridal shop was filled with people trying on wedding dresses.
Husbands waited outside while their wives went in to change.
