On the chest, embroidered with a barely noticeable line of white thread: my heart will go on.,The guests have all arrived, and the fifty rows of spectator seats are packed.,Fu Lingxiao pinched her slender waist, gently pressing her onto the bed. He leaned in close to her tender, rosy lips and didn't rush to kiss her. His voice was low and hoarse as he said, "Mrs. Fu, happy wedding."。