The journey from the front hall to the main gate was not long, and soon, the gate was within reach. An Yiqing lifted her head and clearly saw the Gu Family's wedding procession. A grand palanquin with eight bearers, a sea of bright red. At the forefront of that team, Gu Yelin in full military attire, rode atop a fierce black horse, exuding a cold aloofness.
Through the gentle red gauze, their eyes met in the air. The stern man's gaze softened, and his smile warmed. Below the misty red gauze, An Yiqing slightly curled her lips, her smile indescribably beautiful.
Gu Yelin handsomely dismounted from the horse and strode to stand before An Yiqing. An Zhiyan blocked Gu Yelin's view, raising an eyebrow, "Treat her well!"
"No need for you to say so!"
An Zhiyan pursed his lips, reluctantly turning away. Though he greatly disliked the young man's arrogance, he had to admit, no one could match his care for his sister.
