Her hair was simply coiffed in a bun with a few pearls inserted, no veil—it suited someone of Mother Chen's age perfectly.
With her makeup delicately done, Mother Chen transformed, becoming incredibly beautiful, as if she had returned to her younger days.
Chen Zhi could not stop praising her and felt very happy inside. Today ought to be the most beautiful day for her mother.
"Mom," last time it was you who sent me off to get married, and this time it's my turn to send you off," Chen Zhi said, holding her mother's hand and smiling gently.
Mother Chen glanced at her with amusement and asked with a bit of nervousness, "Can you go over the things I need to pay attention to once more? I'm afraid I might make a mistake."
"Mom, didn't Dad say it? You don't have to worry about anything. Just hold onto his hand and walk with him. Just trust yourself to him, and he won't let you make any mistakes."
