Fu Lingxiao took out the crown and inserted it into Mu Xingpan's raised hair, putting a veil over her head. He bent his arm slightly and said softly: "Let's go, my most beautiful bride.",A pure and clean countenance, with curving brows and eyes, in those captivating and mesmerizing eyes, she could only see his figure...,Mu Xing's eyes were moist, she stared at Fu Lingxiao, her voice soft and sweet, "Mr. Fu, happy wedding day, I love you."。