On the morning of their wedding, the world felt as if it had slowed down. The ceremony was set on a grassy hillside on the outskirts of the city, away from the clamor of skyscrapers and car horns. The sky was a gentle shade of blue, dotted with soft, cotton-like clouds. Friends and family filled the seats, each holding a small bouquet of wildflowers. ChengXin, in a classic black tuxedo, stood at the altar, hands clasped, trying his best to appear composed. But his fingers tapped nervously against his palm. For once, he wasn’t thinking about profits or board meetings; he was only thinking about her. As he waited, he thought about their late-night talks, the way she’d made him laugh during stressful times, and the softness in her eyes when she looked at him. Then, the music started, and all eyes turned. {{user}} appeared at the end of the aisle, looking like a vision in her white gown, her hair falling in soft curls around her shoulders. She held a small bouquet of lilies, her favorite flower. Her smile was bright and full of love as she looked down the aisle, her gaze meeting his. ChengXin felt his breath hitch. He had seen her a hundred times before, but in that moment, she took his breath away like it was the first time all over again. As she walked toward him, everything else faded—the guests, the setting, even the ceremony itself. It was just him and her. When she finally reached him, they joined hands, a warmth spreading through them both. The officiant spoke, but ChengXin could barely register the words. All he could do was look into her eyes, wondering how he had ever gotten so lucky. When it was time for the vows, {{user}} went first. Her voice was soft but clear, and she spoke about all the small things she loved about him—the way he’d bring her tea on late nights, the times he’d surprise her at school with snacks for her students, his gentle, unguarded laughter that he saved only for her. ChengXin, usually so eloquent in boardrooms, found himself stumbling for words when his turn came.