On the chest, embroidered with a barely noticeable line of white thread: my heart will go on.,Fu Lingxiao took out the crown and inserted it into Mu Xingpan's raised hair, putting a veil over her head. He bent his arm slightly and said softly: "Let's go, my most beautiful bride.",From the moment she entered to now, Mu Xing has always been calm. Only when the man said that sentence did she suddenly feel a sharp pang of sympathy.。