Following Lu Xiuyun's words, Su Li kept her eyes fixed on the man leading the bride on stage.
As he drew closer, she saw the Wei family gathered on one side of the stage, with Elder Wei and the bride's parents seated in the places of honor. With every step that brought him nearer, Su Li finally caught a clear look at the man Lu Xiuyun had described as so lovestruck.
He was forty-two this year, yet time seemed to have been exceptionally kind to him, leaving few traces of hardship on his features. His posture was tall and straight, entirely free of the heaviness often seen in middle-aged men. His broad, solid shoulders radiated a sense of calm, reliable strength. Dressed in a dark suit, the impeccable tailoring highlighted his proportions, accentuating an innate, effortless elegance. His sword-like eyebrows tilted toward his temples, shading deep, bottomless eyes that occasionally flickered with a brilliance suggesting a wealth of untold stories. As he walked, he carried himself with the composure and maturity of a seasoned man; every movement seemed polished by time, perfectly manifesting his grace and restraint.
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