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Meng Jiangyu picked up a pink rose and gently tucked it behind Shen Qingyao's ear.

The photographer captured this moment: Shen Qingyao smiled softly with her head down, while Meng Jiangyu gazed at her tenderly.

Meng Jiangyu held Shen Qingyao's hand and walked along the lakeside of the school.

The wind lifted the hem of her graduation gown and also the corner of his shirt.

The photographer followed behind, snapping photos, and Shen Qingyao liked this natural and authentic feeling.

Finally, they arrived at the stone tablet at the school gate.

This is the starting point of university, and also the end point for countless graduates.

Shen Qingyao stood beside the stone tablet, holding a sunflower. Meng Jiangyu stood beside her, not making any further moves, but simply watching her quietly, his eyes full of pride and doting.

The photographer called out, "You two, come closer, look at the camera, and smile!"

The sunlight fell precisely on them.

The sunflowers are in full bloom.

The photographer pressed the shutter.

In the photo, Shen Qingyao looks gentle and lovely. Meng Jiangyu looks at her with a gentle smile on his lips and a dazzling starlight in his eyes.

This photo became the most special one among Shen Qingyao's graduation photos.

After the photos were taken, the photographer tactfully left, leaving them some alone time.

The summer breeze blows gently, rustling the sycamore leaves and releasing the fragrance of gardenias.

The courtyard of Yu Garden is bathed in the soft summer sunlight. The black tiles and white walls are reflected in the corner of the courtyard, where a few gardenias are planted. Tender white buds adorn the branches, and a faint fragrance floats in the air, carrying with it a touch of the joy of an upcoming wedding.

Shen Qingyao leaned against the soft couch by the window in the living room, her fingertips tapping her knees absentmindedly, but her gaze remained fixed on the entrance hall.

Today is the day the designer delivers the wedding dress.

From the moment the wedding date was set, Shen Qingyao was meticulous about every detail of her wedding dress, from the selection of fabrics to the embroidery of patterns, from the cutting of the pattern to the matching of beads, making a total of fifteen revisions.

Meng Jiangyu accompanied her to try on clothes time and time again, listening to her discuss the density of the stitches and the color matching of the embroidery threads with the designer.

The designer personally led the team, and four staff members carefully carried three solid wood trunks inlaid with subtle patterns, walking slowly into the living room.

Meng Jiangyu walked over with a glass of milk and sat down next to Shen Qingyao.

The box landed on the ground, and the designer smiled and nodded to Meng Jiangyu and Shen Qingyao: "Mr. Meng, Ms. Shen, all ten wedding dresses are now complete."

Ten wedding dresses symbolize a lifetime of companionship and perfection.

From the morning robe for getting ready, to the elegant light gauze dress for welcoming guests, to the solemn main wedding dress for the ceremony, the traditional Xiuhe dress for serving tea, as well as the toast dress, the farewell dress, and the outdoor wedding dress... every outfit reflects the hard work of the design team and embodies Shen Qingyao's longing for this wedding.

Shen Qingyao's voice was soft and cheerful: "Is it finally done? Can I try on the Xiuhe dress first?"

What she was most looking forward to was this traditional Chinese Xiuhe dress.

This was the style she and Meng Jiangyu finalized together. It was made of bright red silk satin with gold and silver thread embroidery of mandarin ducks playing in the water and twin lotus flowers blooming. The cuffs and hem were adorned with delicate pearls and rhinestones, which would shimmer and sparkle when she moved. The neckline was a traditional stand-up collar, and the buttons were hand-polished agate buttons. Every detail was exquisitely crafted.

The designer readily agreed, and the staff immediately opened the trunk and took out the neatly folded Xiuhe dress.

The red silk is like flowing rosy clouds, and the embroidered patterns resemble a galaxy.

"Mr. Meng, please wait in the living room while we accompany Ms. Shen upstairs to try on clothes."

Meng Jiangyu nodded, his gaze following Shen Qingyao's figure until her back disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

He got up and walked to the center of the living room, his fingertips unconsciously clenching. The usually decisive and ruthless CEO Meng was now filled with tension and anticipation.

Upstairs in the fitting room, two staff members helped Shen Qingyao change into a Xiuhe dress.

The silk satin fabric feels warm and smooth against the skin, and the gold thread embroidery adds a delicate touch.

The agate buttons at the neckline were fastened one by one, the skirt cascaded down in layers, and her hair was styled into a half-up bun with a plain silver hairpin. Without much makeup, Shen Qingyao, who already had bright eyes and white teeth, was instantly made even more radiant by this bright red dress. The gentleness and charm between her brows and eyes were the unique style of a woman about to be married.

"Ms. Shen, you are so beautiful." The staff couldn't help but whisper in admiration.

Shen Qingyao looked at herself in the mirror, her cheeks slightly flushed, her fingertips gently tracing the mandarin duck embroidery on her skirt, her heart filled with sweetness.

She slowly turned around and walked towards the stairwell with light steps.

The stairs in Yu Garden are made of wood and are carved with exquisite intertwined vine patterns. Shen Qingyao held onto the carved handrail and slowly walked down step by step.

She walked gracefully in a bright red Xiuhe dress, the gold threads shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight. The hem of her skirt swayed gently with each step, like a sunset glow scattered on the ground.

Her eyebrows were curved, her pupils were clear as autumn water, her lips were tinged with light red, her eyes were bright and her teeth were white, she was gentle and graceful, and every step she took seemed to tread on Meng Jiangyu's heart.

Meng Jiangyu was standing in the center of the living room when Shen Qingyao appeared at the top of the stairs. His breath caught in his throat, all the words stuck in his throat, and all that remained was the amazement and excitement in his eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing her in a gentle glow.

She walked out of the light, wearing the wedding dress made for him, her eyes full of affection, her every step fragrant.

Meng Jiangyu slowly stepped forward, walked to the bottom of the stairs, and reached out his hand to Shen Qingyao. His hand, with its distinct knuckles, was slightly open, his eyes filled with deep affection, and his voice was low and hoarse, full of emotion: "Baby, you are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen."

Shen Qingyao looked at herself in his eyes, her cheeks flushed even more, and she gently placed her hand in his palm.

His palms were warm and strong, holding her hand tightly as if he were holding the most precious treasure of his life.

Their eyes were filled with each other.

Night had not yet fully enveloped Beijing, and the arrival gates of the Capital International Airport were bustling with people. The warm yellow lights softened the deepening twilight outside the windows, gently illuminating the faces of everyone on their way home.

Shen Qingyao was waiting at the arrival gate early, wearing a beige dress and no heavy makeup, with only a light touch of color on her lips. Her eyes and brows couldn't hide her anticipation.

She gently stroked the phone case with her fingertips, her gaze fixed on the exit, not missing a single figure.

Today is the day Fang Shuning is returning home; she is her good friend and also her bridesmaid.

The flight landed on time, and just over ten minutes later, a slender figure emerged pushing a suitcase.

Fang Shuning wore a simple T-shirt and hot pants, her long hair casually tied back, her eyebrows and eyes unchanged.

Upon seeing Shen Qingyao from afar, his eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly ran towards her.

"Yao Yao!"

Shen Qingyao immediately went to greet them, and the two girls hugged each other tightly. There were no extra formalities, only the joy of a long-awaited reunion.